Melting Pot Poem by Dillon Gay

Living in an endless loop
Of tragedy and anticipation
Craving a new opening
All in vain without your information

A cold wind freezes between
Our egos and our minds' deprivation
Wanting us to just let go
Am I alone in our isolation?

Rotting toes and withered hands
Only show desire for a new nation
Blunt excuse from you to me
Joint feelings share a whole new sensation

Smoke rises as the ice melts
Understanding springs from condensation
Condescending what can be
Summoning a new education

Don't force me to lie
The light is drawing closer nigh
Spring flowers sprouting free
Why can't it be the same to me?

Seeds dropp far from here
If only I could travel near
We'd have no way out
But that is not my chosen route

As it may conclude
I've been placed in a nasty mood
If you would listen
You'd hear the baking crumbling tin

But that's not the case
Why can't I hit balls past first base?
When dealing with this
Warming the air with one last kiss