On nights so cold air freezes
The ghost of our mistakes walk
Finding no comfortable
Alone in the harsh
No warmth
It calls this home
Not looking for redemption
Soaking in the hate
That makes men make mistakes
Slowly chipping away at the good in us
It will not leave us alone
Always present on our coldest days
Driving us away from others
Wanting us to be like it
Cold and alone, nothing
Only bitterness
Be weary of such a creatures
They are self-inflicted burdens
Before us they stand
Never letting go
Day #310 SJD © 2019 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.
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