A Cold December DayA Poem by Shaun Payton
Records indicate dear poet
on a cold December day you wandered out blowing on your hands for warmth and comfort wondering where no other soul is to be held which way does a frozen river bend? Which way leads to the end? My sheet here indicates you've searched all your life and it comes back to a cold December day with iced tears and wasted blood through veins, mourning and slipping as you struggle along, look at you still trying! Your turning blue, yet you fathom the warmest you ever felt, the dedication is remarkable. Look with those hazel eyes dear man, at the storms within your heart, I promise soon they'll come to a dead stop. You only carry one key, apparently it fits no lock, were you searching for that chamber? One last shallow breath dear poet, take comfort and meet death. You lay there still, and I must wonder of the hidden words you have died to say, yes indeed, its a cold december day. © 2014 Shaun PaytonFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorShaun PaytonAboutPoetry is cool. Im 35 years old, been writing for about three years now. I find it to be a wonderful release of sights, emotions and inspirations. I make a living as a cook. I have a fascination with .. more..Writing
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