TTT (1979-present / San Leandro)

The Vultures Are Here To Finish The Job

I woke up with the feeling of being
a carton of ice cream in the freezer
I got out of bed and my bones chomped
like mountain-top snow
The cold was nibbling on them
because it already got the meat
The vultures are here to finish the job
When will the spring come

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Comments (3)

It's hell being a cold-natured being isn't it. You need to move to the tropics my friend. Good write. Great images and a fine finish, too.10 from me with empathy. Hugh
Nothing worse than the chill in the bones. If I could I'd send you a hot water bottle. Hows that for 'thinking of you' type friendship. Nice poem. Love Ernestine XXX
That's a pretty bad case of the winter blahs.......... nicely put though. I can definitely relate! Sincerely, Mary