The Storm Poem by Dillon McKenna

The Storm

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The cold blast gusts on my shoulders,
I can't breathe, nor can my head be lifted.
I feel as if one thousand years older,
A thousand years without the wisdom.

Though my lips sting as they open
And my teeth rattle within,
My mouth smiles as if hoping
To draw succor from the wind.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: coldness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 12 August 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Dillon. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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