Left With Bad Weather Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum
Left With Bad Weather
The fog shrouds
every morning
I wake up to
The wind glides
against my skin
The cold seems
to dig deep within
All I can hear
is your voice
It deafens
my attention
Days are forgotten
Days run together
I stand here
left with bad weather
Saturday, February 25, 2006
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5/13/2024 8:59:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Cokbod, It's good to see your work back on the site. This is a fine poem. The flow takes you along to the perfect last line. Excellent work! All the best, Hugh