cold (09.02.09)

Damp air from the dust-covered ceiling fan
Circulates the small cluttered room
As my already warm body feels the heat
I think of this place and how I should have long been gone

There is no cure for forgetfulness in this world of instants
Nor is there antidote for the poison that memory brings
To me who remembers only the sadness

I think therefore I am
As the oppressive heat surrounds me
Threatening to get inside my frozen heart
that remains cold
Oblivious to the mind's will, waiting for what might come.