ColdA 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 Last Updated on March 14, 2011 AuthorMark Daniels44077, OHAboutWell, here you go. This is my personal poetry/writing site. Please, feel free to browse around and read that which i have created. Also leave me some comments and suggestions, they're all welsome. Oth.. more..Writing
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