I'm There

I sit in my room

In the dim light, air-con on

Full blast

(Almost like home.)

And I remember

How my hands were

Always getting cold,

Turning blue

As I typed.

I remember

How I never cared

It felt good. Natural.

Now I press my hands

To the glass of the window

Trying to cool them

But the glass is too warm

So instead I stand and

Press my back to the

Air-con.

Close my eyes and...

...I'm there.

Reviews

[TheOther]

In simplicity lies the truth. Sad somehow. I totally agree with the two previous reviews. I love this poem. Keep it up.

[EMP]

:(
simple but so powerful.
need i say more?

[Beatrice Mars]

:'( I love this, it's so simple and about something seemingly mundane, but conveys so much emotion!

xxxx