Late in the day, a thing!

Today's thing is based on yesterday's list.  I'm not sure I'm pleased with today's written work, honestly.  I was trying to combine my feelings on two events into one idea, based on inspiration on what I could write using the word list I had.  I don't think it came together well.  Perhaps those two, though inspiring many of the same feelings, are not enough alike to distill down into one short poem.  Even so, here it is.  Again, I edited it as I wrote it, but it's the effective first draft.

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As cars slip on the road below I consider cold.

Cold weather is one thing.

I can handle it.

But as much as I tell myself,

“It’s over”

Well, I’m not sure I like the feeling of

Cold Comfort.

I thought I had air-tight logic.

I'd found the solution

When I was exhausted.

Fire in my veins

Could leave me a burnt-out shell

And still I don’t appreciate that

Cold Comfort.

Sometimes I let my liver

Get the upper hand

And display some anger,

Some idea, some worry

Some suit against my joy,

While my mind gnaws on itself.

At least it’s over, I suppose.

Cold Comfort.

This becomes the test, I suspect.

A cold, grey moment.

The city brightening with the chill

Every wreck a trophy

Wearing the white, the now blinding lights.

I have stronger barriers now.

Cold Comfort.

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