You fail to notice it
The smell that overpowers
The sound of my breath
My home walked away from me
When I tried to hold onto it
No my home is found miscellaneous places
Where I plant myself to sleep
When the warmth is held
By the atmosphere…I suffer
Scorching hot…my body sweats
When the trees are barren
The people who pass me by
Are covered with hoods
As I sit and shiver
My bones want to thaw out
My tears freeze
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
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2 comments:
You're "cold."
Love the word play.
Thank you Mr. Don..Thanks for stopping by!
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