
Just as a coat
that has been worn
and used up
throughout many years,
the holes in his life
let fly in the cold air;
so frigid,
and biting, to his soul
that he can never warm
himself again….
Just as a coat
that has been worn
and used up
throughout many years,
the holes in his life
let fly in the cold air;
so frigid,
and biting, to his soul
that he can never warm
himself again….
That is some ratty coat. Loved your poem.
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Thank you so much-means a lot
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