Frigid
I'm boxed in thinking outside looking back in.
Losing track of coming up short, I'm backtrackin'
Letting loose too often, I'm slackin'
This game I play, the deck keeps stackin'.
And I tell myself not to fold
I get wiser the more I get old
But time has a way of being cold
And I'm freezing over here.
Submitted: December 04, 2020
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Ann Sepino
I must say, this reads like rap lyrics and all that's missing is the beat. Great job on the wordplay. I also hope that whatever things you have been dealing with have gotten better. Thanks for sharing your poem with everyone. :)
Fri, December 4th, 2020 2:25pm