Killing Me

I thought the winter would kill me
The chill, the coughing and wheezing
I thought my days were numbered
I thought my number was up
The long cold days that last forever
But no
The sun is up, not my number
Sunny days, butterflies, and flowers
I made it through another year
Again I see the green grass grow
This may be my last
Because
I think the winter might kill me
The chill, the coughing and wheezing




Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-06-09 at 00:56

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I hope not. I am looking forward to reading a lot more of your work :)
2015-06-10


Wumbulu
I live in Sweden...6 months of ice cold darkness every year. You captured the feeling perfectly.
2015-06-09