Poem

I wrote this poem tonight, I don’t write poetry very often but I have literally nothing else to do.


It’s cold in my room


I can feel my skin, tethered to my flesh

Bumps on my skin

It’s cold in my room

Fears worry and guilt fill my head

I can feel the blanket at my feet

The bumps on my skin feel like they belong

I should be cold


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