A Hidden Fireplace

Out in the blizzard
Of my disoriented mind
A chill of nervousness
Crawls up my spine

The pain of my feet and my legs
Oh that escruciating pain!
My frozen mind, my frozen muscles
I can’t continue, I’ll go insane

I long to rest and sleep,
To clear my fears of fate
To feel the warmth and comfort,
Of the Hidden Fireplace

This is another old personal favorite. A friend of mine liked this one a lot and thought that I should at least put it up since I didn't read it at the poetry festival.

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