leave me shivering
The sharp serrated cut of ice
Seeps deep into blue fingers.
Whilst the world is is scarlet
i am feeling blue, icy with
I wrote this poem
to reflect the pain and cold of being
alone in our society .
I’m only 13 and do not desire to
manipulate this to my advantage
but for you to understand that
even as a 13 year old I see the effects