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Cold (But Never Dead)
by Aaron BlairI can't go through another autumn,
another season of dead leaves
equals dead emotions poetry; or
anymore watching as the misery
whores itself to one set of verse
after another, just to look pretty.
I can't spend another winter
pondering my wrists, their blue
veins and cowardly, shallow scars,
thinking of the best words to convey
my death wish, should anyone ever
unexpectedly ask me to explain.
I can't spend another cold month,
imagining that I won't be here
for when the flowers grow back,
mourning unnecessarily my dying
with nothing beautiful in sight,
when I do nothing but stay alive. 11/10/2003 Posted on 11/10/2003
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 11/10/03 at 04:57 PM aaron. aaron. aaron. the first two stanza's are far stronger than the third, though all three tie together. i have seen through these eyes far too many times, though frost often sets in before i can register the experience. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 11/10/03 at 09:39 PM These words pour forth from your heart, ripping through my emotions and saying precisely what I mean. My god. How can I still be standing? |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 05/24/04 at 05:36 AM Touching, been there. I know the dread, but... I don't know, I'll just sound like everyone I ever shrugged off. Nice poem, though. Love the words. ~Nita |
| Posted by S. Elizabeth on 01/02/05 at 05:06 AM I don't know what to say. I'm adding this to my favorites. I hope that's enough. |
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