Poetry / Winter

Dear Winter, You know this is around the time where I begin to, store away some food for thoughts in the back of my mind but this time it ends up in the center, like a line to propertly align my poetic pictures, so my agenda is to speak devine words from my mind just like a prophetic scripture. A synthetic mixture of feelings that were sublime and embedded began to feed my mind like a placenta, having my pen to give birth to my words like a paramedic with every line in the form of a rhyme that I entered. Im not crying Im just hurt cause it feels like my heart and soul has been injured, cause you blew your breath like a dart and it struck a nerve that controlled a vital sensor. You see I’ve tried to make sense of why this pain feels worse than influenza, I just took a few pills but it don’t work cause this curse still remain to reign King like the lion named Simba. I mean someone should yell timber cause im falling by the wayside, recalling on all the good times that I remembered just staring in your grey eyes. Similiar to grey skies with tears of snow in the forcast, I dont know how long this season will last but the thought of losing you is what makes me more sad. I spaze sometimes and cruise through your avenues paths, just to see you iced out with lights that shine bright as igloos whenever the moon crash. Not to excite myself or try to ignite old flames I zoom pass and come back home in shame where I write tales of our life with me and you having a blast. In the past we would have fights with you getting mad and i’ll get the cold shoulders, at times I would laugh but at nights whenever I’d roll over I’ll find myself alone wrapped up tight fearing the wrath of you making my soul colder. Im older and yet you still treat me the same, ignoring my flesh cause your vexed that my temperature changed. What do you expect I mean your the reason that caused it, Im a bout to wreck any sec on this memory lane if I dont park it, your the blame for my last accident and the physical strain on my body which left me carsick. Now Im cautionate yet still passionate cause I yearn for another kiss but my love I feel your stll passing it up like a turn cause whenever I try to talk you just walk by in the form of a midst. Im stuck and I know I can’t staddle the fence, so I have to decide what deligates me the most and won’t keep my body feeling so tense. Well enough with the suspense I tried but Im gonna leave it in the hands of the man who owns us and if its meant then its meant so I hope to see you again outside instead of just through my blinds if ever I recover from this pain of mine… called pneumonia

-Preye’

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