the Cold

Nothing about me
Can help you “fix” you,
Save possibly

The striking manner in which
I model my brokenness
For many and sundry to see,

Providing you leave to think that
Having sharp edges or accretions
Doesn’t make you defective,

It just means you lived through the cold,
And it has left its characteristic

Marks

Author: Owen "Beleaguered" Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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