the chill of indifference
envelopes our lives
the foreign, the other, the distant
not my problem, not my cares
my wants and my comfort are paramount
the enemy can go to hell
our selfishness and intolerance
cloud our minds and hearts
so caught up in me
no time for you or your cares
even winter blushes in front of our coldness
even when we reach out there is
no warmth in our touch.
the cinnamon peeler's wife
9.28.2004 at 1:33:00 AM
coldness
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