Shudder

Just another old poem.

The rain seeps to my bones
Cold
Icy
Where are my shoes
Where is my home
My house
It never was a home
Why am I wearing a tanktop
And shorts
When did it start raining to begin with
It’s really cold
Really really cold
I’m shivering
Shuddering
When did my knees hit the concrete
Where am I
I’m cold
Cold isn’t a place
Here’s a question
When and why did I leave
I’ve lost myself again

Author's Note

any review is appreciated

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

A very nice freestyle poem, Xenaphobic. Fine use of repetition. I felt everything happening with me- when did my knees hit the concrete- a old memory was revived. The ending is very good and very commendable. Good work.