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I don't like this anymore I forfeit my facade I am petrified and scrambling for sense Stability's lost confidence Steadily realized, The cold won't go away this time The cold has come to stay for a while How will I remain sane? How will I collect myself, again? How can I promise myself I'll get through it, again? How can I promise myself I won't do it, again? The cold has come to haunt me as I dare try to sleep it out Interrupted by the chill, Stopped in my tracks, as if menacingly whispering, "Did you think you were going somewhere?" Dropping me to the floor with the breaking nostalgia like "Did you think this would be easy just because it's a different year?" And I act like I can't remember When I thought I wouldn't make it through December Cursing myself as if I'd done something wrong Or felt something wrong I'd rather curse myself and get it right than her curse me, and falter to her knees Again What kind of coward am I That Winter scares me? Terrifies me? What am I? I don't like this anymore.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
Winter
I don't like this anymore I forfeit my facade I am petrified and scrambling for sense Stability's lost confidence Steadily realized, The cold won't go away this time The cold has come to stay for a while How will I remain sane? How will I collect myself, again? How can I promise myself I'll get through it, again? How can I promise myself I won't do it, again? The cold has come to haunt me as I dare try to sleep it out Interrupted by the chill, Stopped in my tracks, as if menacingly whispering, "Did you think you were going somewhere?" Dropping me to the floor with the breaking nostalgia like "Did you think this would be easy just because it's a different year?" And I act like I can't remember When I thought I wouldn't make it through December Cursing myself as if I'd done something wrong Or felt something wrong I'd rather curse myself and get it right than her curse me, and falter to her knees Again What kind of coward am I That Winter scares me? Terrifies me? What am I? I don't like this anymore.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
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