a thousand miles away,
a chill bites deeper than imagined.
it can't be just the snow.
i bundle up,
but the efforts are futile.
this isn't a natural cold.
it feels dry,
almost like a desert in a sense.
when all the warmth goes
i feel tired,
like i'm suffering a weakness.
i feel...old.
this is wrong,
i've lived such a short life.
where did my youth go?
i see though,
the reason i've grown so quick.
just so i could know...know...know...nothing?
what is the knowledge that seemingly equates to nothing in this piece?
Comments
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WELCOME TO ALL POETRY
We all feel this way in our lives at one time or another
Things that happen to us in our lives can age us quickly
Barbara
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I like this.. the imagery was well created with your words.. wonderfuL!! your flow was great and I really liked your idea behind this piece.. well done..
Angel
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i like the idea of this..
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