no punctuation a new poem
no punctuation
by john obrien jr
I was told my life must be cold
and it freezes my blood
my very being
that it is actually true
self caused
life caused
experiences
hates
fears
years of blindness or oblivion
brought on by years of my own silent world
amplified
when chosen
peaceful when not - earplugs with batteries
isolation by the random happenstance
of this family
I dont know
loving
caring
generous
warm
friendly
listen
doesnt sound cold
describes me
yet
synonyms for blankets
emotional coverings in others
from others
that I have tasted
but didnt grow old and familiar and treasured with
life is random
people are fair or unfair
so maybe it is just
cold