Cotton Ball - Redacted

On a dreary and cold day,
I sit in my room 
listening to a song, 
spieled to eternity.

I imagine tearing away
bleached white layers
from the cotton roll.

I fold and refold,
make two small balls
and stuff them into my ears.

My weary mind yields 
to a strange urge 
that comes over me.

I take the song in my hands,
gently make two globs,
and thrust 'em into my ears,
reassured of the warmth
to my cold heart.


Edits Credit: MaheshC