Chill of night unfolds
Like that of a thread-bare sheet
Holding little warmth
Providing meager comfort
Allowing the mind to roam
Wherever it wills in dead of night
No barriers does it hold
Despite desire
Left to shiver in the cold
Until numbness takes control
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Great poem — I could really see it in my mind and in memories
Thank you very much. :)
“Like that of a thread-bare sheet
Holding little warmth” paints the picture :)
Thank you very much. :)