Another Shiver

Cold shivers wipe upon my shoulders,
every hour,
every day.

To you this might feel regular,
maybe it's just chilly,
or maybe a spirit lingers in the room,
not me though.

Cold pricks,
touch my spine,
my shoulders,
and work my way to my fingertips.

Then i feel abnormal,
the heart beats slow,
blood frozen veins,
tear risen eyes,
depression attacks me,
yet again.

For you a shiver,
doesn't seen like much,
for me,
its a warning,
for another one of my sad spells.

--All Poems by Tia E
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