Night poem!

The cold wind blows
Tickles my nose
I stand still
I listen to see
What I hear
Outside, as my dog
Frolicks in the grass
1 AM
All is quiet
There is no sound
Just the sound of my breath
And my dogs feet
As he scampers back to me

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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