Cold - Poem by Willow Weap
Cold, is scary.
Cold, is death.
Cold, is sorrow and regret.
Cold, is the wind of the late winter nights.
Cold, is the leaves falling down.
Cold, is the way a mother looks at her starving children and weeps because she can not afford to feed them.
Cold, is the soul of a lonely ghost.
Cold, is love gone wrong.
Cold, is a memory of the days we wished we could have been real, but we weren't.
Cold, is a nightmare.
Cold, is cruel to us all.
Cold, hurts us every chance it gets,
Cold, freezes our hearts, hands, souls, toes and tears.
Cold, is genuine and wonderful.
Cold, lets us see and feel REALITY!
because Cold, knows that we live in a world of drugs, dreams, and sex.
Cold, is there to remind us all of our purpose in life.
Cold, reminds us of what we are supposed to do.
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