cold. cruel


You hold the qualities

Which enable you

To fuck with my oh-so small world

You turn out the lights

When I most need to see

You eat all we have

Knowing that I starve

You seem to like the power

You like to be in complete control

You have an ability

To make me frown at the very sight of you

Make me feel sick

And in need of a bed

Like a witch

You hold secret powers

The power to push me down

Bringing rain on the clearest days

Rabid cold during the summer months

You dabble in crudeness

Exploiting my dismay

These are your greatest qualities, dear

And no matter how hard one tries

They can’t be changed

Or taken away

© Dicky J Loweman 2014