Cold

Cold
So Cold!
Bone shilling cold!

What possessed me to 
Be in a boat 
On a cold damp day
In the middle of the bay?

Is it my need to be alone?
My craving for solitude?
Or is it a penance for the sins
Of my past?
I do not know.

I row in a rhythmic motion
Heading somewhere
Going nowhere

In the Cold, alone

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