
Wary is the soul
Very cold indeed
Clock strikes thirteen
Mocking laughter sounds
Things bump in the night
Bring on the nerves
Eyes stare blankly
My heart pounds
Til the morning comes
Chilled to the bone
Very cold indeed
Wary is the soul



Wary is the soul
Very cold indeed
Clock strikes thirteen
Mocking laughter sounds
Things bump in the night
Bring on the nerves
Eyes stare blankly
My heart pounds
Til the morning comes
Chilled to the bone
Very cold indeed
Wary is the soul

An appropriate October poem, Tom! 🙂 At first I thought the poem read “Mary is the soul,” which made me think the female figure in the poem was a ghost. The second verse, “Very cold indeed” at first confirmed my ghost speculation. I often think of ghosts as being physically very cold, and that’s indeed how she looked to me! The male figure looked rather cold too. So a pair of ghosts. But the setting looked like it could be warm, which only reinforced my idea that they were (stubbornly cold) ghosts in a warm setting! XD
Yay! 🤣
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Thanks, Misky. 🙂
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