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A Poem by Taylor Speer

The wind isn’t as cold,
as it would be at home, 
but, I still feel the bitterness
in the depths of my bones,
it freezes my veins
with the tinge of loneliness.
I felt my heart lose heat
while I watched darkness creep in
despair and hopelessness
became the only ones that
I let near
black and blue
everything screamed
“I'm bruised!”
“I'm bruised!”

© 2014 Taylor Speer


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This is a beautiful write, Taylor.. Great flow, and wonderful imagery.. Dave

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on December 17, 2014
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Taylor Speer
Taylor Speer

asheville, NC



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My name is Taylor, and I like to write. I go to Warren Wilson College, near Asheville. Born and raised in Grand Rapids. more..

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