Frost

I’m slowly walking through the dregs.

My brain protests, but my heart begs,

And just to catch a glimpse of you,

I walk in snow and catch the flu.

And coughing, I fall to my bed,

With just one thought to plague my head.

A shiver running down my spine,

I fall to the back of the line.

But even sick I wait again,

Get pity looks from other men,

And as the line draws closer in,

A frost is covering my skin.

And they all watch me as I wither,

From skin to bones I start to shiver,

The wind is crawling up my clothes,

Freezing my blood from head to toes.

My heart is beating in a panic.

With its despair, I grow more manic.

In veins it tries to pump more blood,

My arteries it wants to flood,

Only so I can again think

And on paper to draw in ink,

But your coolness freezes my fingers

And yet my thought on your warmth lingers.

It hopes that past this endless queue,

Right at the end, stands only you,

And you can cure this cough and illness

With just one touch and utter stillness.

JAQUELINE BLAGA

Jaqueline Blaga, elevă în XII C La Colegiul Național Emanuil Gojdu, este îndrumată la clasă de dna Camelia Porumb, profesoară de Limba engleză.

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