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Cold Shivers
Up and down my spine.
There’s no change in the weather
It’s a sunny and calm afternoon
Cold shivers up and down my spine
And it feels like I’m no longer immune.
To an invasion of a chilling feeling
An ominous sign something’s wrong
It drifts into my memories
Like a distant long-gone song.
My brow is hot and bothered
Yet the rest shivers and shakes
I feel I’m coming down and could drown
In a sea of regrets and heartaches.
Washed away, seas come to claim me
In an ocean that shows no remorse
I cling to the sinking boat wreckage
And pray for the tour de force.
A masterly and brilliant feat
To free me from the pain and fear
And strange headspace invading my mind
And find some relief and good cheer.
Where do strange memories come from
And how long will they linger and stay
I’m tired of the change in my senses
And wish the shivers would stay away.
