at my window

it pushes at the window
spidering through
the cracks in my pane
it blows and moans
seeking the smallest
of places it can penetrate
surrounding me in it’s chill
swallowing my breath
it takes
all that it can
it promises only that it will
blow through the hole
if it were to be let it in
and it knocks
and it knocks
hoping i will give in

Published in: poetry | on June 4th, 2008 |

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2 Comments Leave a comment.

  1. On 06pmThu, 05 Jun 2008 13:17:59 +00002008-06-05T13:17:59+00:0001 2, 2008 at 8:09 p06 Remi Hudson Said:

    That’s Poetry.
    Good work.

  2. On 06pmThu, 05 Jun 2008 15:45:06 +00002008-06-05T15:45:06+00:0003 2, 2008 at 8:09 p06 kim\ Said:

    Wow Remi is it really you!
    You CUNT!
    Thank you, this really does mean a lot to me.

    : )

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