The Poetry of Primadonna Angela

Primadonna Angela


Cold

Away from the one I love
The moonlight is slicing
my heart in two.

I feel no wind, yet
a chill pierces me to numb
Is it a fever, intriguing
my body?
It sticks its skinny razor
blade into my outer layer
Cold. Dreadfully cold,
unable to do anything.

The mirror reflects my pallid visage
The warmth is gone,
Quivering to the bone
I strive to open my eyes
Sun and moon, ease the
shaking within
I'm cold, simply cold
Lonely, too.

07-05-1999