Touch Me Not
Sometimes, I stomped my feet as life hit me so painfully. It scraping my old wounds by showing how the sky laughs when I am low. It command the wind to pick me up and shows how happy a cub with warm cuddles of his mother. It forced the night sky to shower me with snow without any shelter to in.
I´m tossing and wandering with this life as if my existence is a joke. So, I learned not only to endure the coldness but to dodge any warm hands to touch my dead soul..