Unfinished business

The wind and the rain the storm in the drains. 

Bloods still pumping in my veins 

Still waiting on a change as snow falls. 

In the midst of it all, sometimes you need a good bawl. 

As things crawl. 

Death is lurking but not enduring, 

As the wind comes in. 

Lights all around. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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