Cold Weather: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr

"Cold Weather"

I've been sleeping for a thousand years,
while you were throwing away all of your
essence. You seem to give a lot of pressure,
put together by pure messier. A heart to
treasure blown away by the cold weather;
freezing as it may be your love still
floats like a snowflake in the chilled wind.
No matter how heavy the burden, you stay
behind the curtain, certain in your place
in life traveling forever in your mind,
for what was a dream to others. A conniving
seed of mockery that they had put on you,
flattery of another kind, playing with your
passion, throwing away all of your essence.
Given away by pressure, put together by
messier, a heart to treasure, blown away
by the cold weather.


By John McKinley Pride Jr
4/12/97

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