this winter has hardly even begun,
yet it feels colder
and longer
than all other years past and put together.
Without any heater,
without any color,
this Christmas will be bleak
until permission arrives, like a lifeboat
for one thousand drowning POWs.
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this just hit me, what an amazing poem... i can't believe th ending of this.
its without a doubt the strongest similie i have read in a long long time...
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The good news is this is one heck of a poem
the bad news is it does not go well with the prompt
for this contest That sucks because this is a good poem
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hmm yeah I suppose it's kindof a stretch on the prompt...
sorry about that, I'll remove it
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This is so sad, and I can relate all too well. The ending fits it perfectly, and wraps everything up nicely. Fourteen views and one comment?!
I don't get people,these days 
Hope you're doing okay
Jeanette*~ -
this is how I feel at the moment Crash.
All will be well, it just takes time.
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