2/10/09

Bad Poetry. Titled: Seasonal Stink

Snowfall lingers,
On evergreen fingers.
Causing my mind to sink.
Happiness fades
On bitter days.
Leaving my mind on the brink.
Sifting through snow,
I’m moving so slow.
Thinking I’m going to sink.
God help me please,
I’m down on my knees.
Lift me up out of this stink.

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