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A Poem by Taylor Speer

The wind isn’t as cold,

as it would be at home,

but, I still feel the bitterness

in the depths of my bones,

it freezes my veins

with the tinge of loneliness.

I felt my heart lose heat

while I watched darkness creep in

despair and hopelessness

became the only ones that

I let near

black and blue

everything screamed

“I'm bruised!”

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This is a beautiful write, Taylor.. Great flow, and wonderful imagery.. Dave

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Added on December 17, 2014
Last Updated on December 17, 2014

My name is Taylor, and I like to write. I go to Warren Wilson College, near Asheville. Born and raised in Grand Rapids. more..

Recalling

Miserable Michigan

Lonely