...It’s still cold here inside...
among my bitter harden soul
As the snow falls
as this wall of mine...
may I one day I stand tall alone
And I wonder about... the bitter cold...
the winter storms, the thunder and lightning roll
My storm has hit the crossroads
and I don’t know where to go
I have loved you in so many ways
in every season but not for enough reasons
You’ve changed my world and my point of views
I couldn’t have taken that away from you
...That chill that I have every time I go back
there isn't no trail anyway coming back
It's me alone here feeling this...
this damn white snow that you don't miss
Bitter cold.
I can't even walk here alone
these trees they don't call me anymore
they seems even more dead with out their leaves
with the river half frozen, so they seem
Like winter to spring... to spring to summer
I don’t need to stay here one bit longer
Written By P.J Mimo
Copyright 2018
About the Creator
P.J Mimo
Canadian Poet & Writer born in Montreal, Quebec
Started writing poetry in 1996 after a failed relationship with a young woman.
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