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Cold

Cold

A Poem by Bearcub The First

Shivering I sit

A blanket of lonleyness and hollowness surround me

I feel the tendrils of cold creeping upon me

The sun shines down on my face

The cold surrounds me slowly

Slowly it pulls me into the shadows

Crawling to find a way out

I pull my self out of the shadows to find the glorious sun

The cold is pulling at me with such strength

It pulls at me like an addiction

I want to leave but it is tugging at my mind

I was convinced i was beyond this point of lonleyness

But i find myself back were I was at

It slowly grasps my consciences

Pulling it down into the depths of myself again

I see the once dark spaces i called my life

It is creeping around me once again

It is hunting me down like a pack of wolves

How do I find my way out

How do I get out

 

© 2008 Bearcub The First


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Bearcub The First
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