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written by: Schram


It's cold today
A tropical cold
There should be sweat, but I shiver, wrapped right and snug
In need of a hug and some soup, chicken I think
And let me just recall the days of my youth
Cards were few and coin was many

But they were lonely..and silent
And cold, inside cold
The deep cold that surpasses the bone and enters the soul
A coldness in the split
That imitates dead flesh and maggoty earth
Dry old splints could lay down right now and no one would even notice
No one would care
Or remember I once lived here
They couldn't since I have left no mark
No impression upon this good earth.
My barrenness has been my shame
My essence unremarkable
I am a shell, devoid of substance
Damn, it's lonely



I have always lived in the Caribbean and this has given me the opportunity to be able to view the rest of the world from a unique position. I do enjoy all the frills and frosting that the technological advances have brought. At heart though I'm all about hearth, home and the preservation of this part of the globe.

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