Gloom
There’s no meaning in being cold and groan: silence frightens between the acts
who cares how much I care and love forgetting wrinkles in the lone pool
dreams shroud the gloom unburnt in sun
Gloom is a short, bare poem about feeling unseen and emotionally stuck. The speaker begins by dismissing the point of being "cold" and complaining, as if both numbness and lament have stopped helping.
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