Zog Gascoigne

Rookie - 80 Points (04/05/1991 / Oxfordshire, UK)

Cold - Poem by Zog Gascoigne

There's rain on my windowsill and there's rain in my heart,
And all you can do is ask when did it start?
I don't need questions and I don't need grief,
All I want is some bloody relief!

There are clouds in the sky and there are clouds in my head,
It's confusing me; am I alive, or am I dead?
Why am I so gullible? Always so easily led.

There's thunder now, everything's shaking,
And I'm wondering what path I should be taking,
What will it take for my heart to stop breaking?
When's this storm gunna stop? Will the clouds ever clear?
Will I even be around this time next year? Will the sun ever rise again, in the sky or in my soul? Coz I'm getting tired of feeling so cold

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 12, 2017

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