Dedicated to Sylvia Plath

Oh!  How the temp goes.
Never seen such lows.
There is much cold
Warmth has little hold.
Flies begin to fall.
I begin to call,
"Help!  Help!  Freezer's Stuck!
I'll give a thousand bucks!"
Oh!  How comes out the pouring snows
The glistering tears white glows.
When shall warmth be restored?
When shall we not be bored?
It's cold!  The mice move not.
Little men came and fought
Look at the long strands of ice
Well, isn't the purple all so nice?
Lasting for only a while
This is only a short trial!
Soon, myself will be frozen still
Nothing left - But my will.
There is a numb bliss
In the Ignoring of a wish.
Forever more I shall forget
Never more warmth shall I get.
I am falling into a blissful numb
Becoming a person chosenly dumb
Oh!  Sensations are cursing!
Pain keeps on bursting
like a blooming flower in Spring.
What more can the Cold bring?
Remembering the days of old
When the days of warmth were so bold.
When snow did not come so
and occasional chill was not a foe.
Dreams fall as the flies
I hope the Cold dies
Numbness is here!
Now, no more tears!
So I say, but it is clear -
I see burns - I fear
Will the numb go away?
Pain would then down me lay.
May it Never be!
Forever is my glee
Look!  My finger won't budge
Darn these that hold Grudge
Little finger - must frost
end up causing so much lost?
Neighbor finger who never is alone
Remember days of ice-cream cones
So sweet was the sugar those days
Oh - thoughts of those shall not be away
Neighbor finger - look! No frosty gold!
Maybe you shall to the finger hold.
Pretty little colors go around and around.
Unconsciousness is becoming abound.
Blackness is painting itself on.
Is peace just a big con?
I think not!  I can't walk!
No, no more can I talk
Cold! Cold! Cold!
To me don't hold!
Pain! Pain! Pain!
Forever you drain!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Closed pain off - I be bless!
Oh, my!  Eyes closing
Mind is dozing
Losing - Am I
Gaining - Am I
Memories Flash
Dreams Clash
Past, Present
Make dents
Purple covered with blue
Oh, warmth, I love you!
May you me gain
May Cold wane
May Cold have fun none.
Oh, are you completely gone?
I hope not, my friend
Please, don't let it end!

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