Winter SucksA Poem by Dennis ShanabergA song about the season
I’m so sick of dying
I’m so sick of trying I’m so sick of crying. A part of me is dead right now. A part of me is dead. That’s right. A part of me is dead right now. The cold sucks the life from me. It sucks the warmth from my bones. The fire doesn’t make it better. It just burns the skin that covers my bones. And this chill just grows and grows. Till I give everyone the cold shoulder And then they send back icy glares. Everyone says my heart is frozen. But I think the hole in my chest is just bare. And the cold always brings on the sickness. And there is no way to treat a cold. That’s why I’m so sick of dying I’m so sick of trying I’m so sick of crying. A part of me is dead right now. A part of me is dead. That’s right. A part of me is dead right now. The salt sullies the pure white. The clouds cover the sunlight. The beauty is taken from my day. One day it is snowing. The next day it’s frozen. Tell me who’s left merry and gay. I’m so sick of dying I’m so sick of trying I’m so sick of crying. A part of me is dead right now. A part of me is dead. That’s right. A part of me is dead right now. I don’t care. If you let me in. I’ll freeze to your doorstep. Then, you might remember me. At least until the spring wind blows in And melts all my bad days away. © 2010 Dennis ShanabergReviews
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AuthorDennis ShanabergMentor, OHAboutAbout my Life… It’s a preface far too long For anyone to read. It’s growing longer everyday. Filled with love and laughter, life and greed. more..Writing
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