Chills

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Lying shivering –no warmth,
Covers useless –so cold, unwrapped arms, untouched legs, useless,
No touch to comfort me.

Afraid of the idea of why-
Why this cold, why these chatters,
Without knowing why, fears magnify, and the worst is assumed.

What help would knowledge be,
What comfort gleaned from knowing?
What help can you be?

What help without love?
And love gives.

© 2019 Robert Faron