Dissatisfied Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Dissatisfied



A song is stuck in my head.
I'm not even sure it exists.
I try to think of anything else,
But still this tune persists.
Heavy snow falls form the sky,
It is the first of winter.
I did not bring a warm jacket,
For I did not believe the forecast.
Now I breathe steam,
And wonder how long this storm will last.

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