I sat in the cold by Carissa Dewey I sat in the cold as the sun traveled below rooftops the air suffocated my bareness. I sat on a birdseed covered stump and watched through the grey, the edge of the sunset. Then I walked inside and I went to bed. And as I awoke I watched the morning sun paint the same picture on the wall facing my tired eyes and I thought of that cold and of its loneliness. 01/03/2008 Posted on 01/04/2008 Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)