Endia Lillie
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Cold

Occasionally I stumble across potential
inspiring my youth

a distant fantasy

Though little it lasts
oh, the ecstasy

It's enough to taste
for the nasty, old hag
creeping slowly
powerful and lonely

Making her presence known

Oh-- and I know

No, there is no such thing as hope
in a blizzard of snow

I should've known

Why am I so cold?

Endia Lillie

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