Cold

Cold

A Poem by Mark Daniels

Cold morning air, pressing against my chest
pressing, pushing,
never gonna stop,
ain't never gonna rest.
Just keep walking, the distance isn't far,
But my invisible might just win.
I can feel it freezing my skin,
it hurts to move my face.
am I really running for first place?
slowing down,
hard to breathe, so close to the finish,
but the air is so cold.
and this war is so boring and old
like death.
diminish my strength
but I will forever be bold
can't let it stop me
from reaching the goal
of cold's mortal enemy...
sweet, warm rapture
we'll fight again, in the same old way
but for now i'll see you, cold,
another day.

© 2011 Mark Daniels


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Added on March 14, 2011
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Mark Daniels
Mark Daniels

44077, OH



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