THE TEMPERATURE OF DEATH

 

The lights are dimly lit, the air is stale, and the feeling
is heavy
Must it continue to be like this, days filled with a yearning
for them to end just as they begin
Nights full of tossing and turning on a metal bed smaller than
a twin size
Bundled up under covers with cold air looming waiting for a
foot or any limb to stick out to bite it with frost
Cement floors and walls harboring 30 degrees below temperatures
Vapor revealing itself at every breath I exhale then being
stilled by the sub-zero air then stiffly floating away
Feeling as if my soul would slip away along with the temperatures
that are only reached at death
I'm experiencing symptoms that correlate to a donor unwillingly
storing an ice cold heart along with my other frozen organs
Barely hearing distant screams from deep within my being
My eyes have dried up like a faucet in an abandoned building
I've gone bankrupt on tears
My body is completely numb immune to pain
What chance does joy have here???
What remedy is there to regain a warm heart???
Legend has it that visits maintain summertime Florida
temperatures
Old wives tales equate mail to 1988 sheepskins or 1991 sherlings
Rumor has it that phone calls resemble a hot cup of coco being
sipped on an Alaskan plain
Thanks be to God there is a simple cure!!!
Studies show a 100% recovery with a regimen of just one pen-pal
Will you deliver the antidote???