Shannon Monroe


This Season Weakens Me - Poem by Shannon Monroe

This season weakens me.
It scorns and laughs at me.
It tears my heart into thousands and millions of pieces.
I can't stand it anymore,
I want to die.
But wait, Do I really?
I get pulled and pushed.
Shoved away and held.
I am loved, but also hated.
While I reminiscence on the good times,
and the bad.
Snow is falling now.
It's as beautiful as you.
From when i first met you.
And so, I have to ask one more question.
Does this season really weaken me?
Or is it just my imagination?
THIS season weakens me.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009



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