Alexander S. Peak

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In a cold world, I’m living.

The cool sunlight sends it’s frozen beams.

With my hands in folds of fabric, I try to grasp reality and feeling.


In a cold church, I’m praying.

The little candles give me no warmth.

With only my clothes for comfort, I can only think of one thing.


In a cold home, I’m dwelling.

The lifeless bed allows me to freeze.

With my coat tugged tightly around me, I’m forced to struggle against the cold.


In a cold world, I’m…fine.

Things will be better in five months.


Circa 2001 by Alexander S. Peak