Useless Metaphors

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by Agnes Cecile | via DeviantArt.com

I want to write a poem to
describe this rain falling over me
and the water freezing inside of me.

I want to write a poem to
warm my numb fingertips
and rest my wobbling limbs.

I want to write a poem to
respire some air into my lungs
and blow these dead flowers before me.

I wanted to write a poem so bad,
All my pen bled was a
bunch of metaphors
that aren’t even close
to discovering the
storm that is my soul.

But at least,
I found a path for oxygen
to enter my frozen lungs tonight.

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