They Don't Understand
poem by:
Rosita Nieve
Written
on Oct 01, 2018
They want me to speak Words fall from my lips Icicles, snowflakes My breath rips A cold harsh winter Wind whipping, lashing, Severing fragile things Each question Posing a threat To the winter storm Swirling within my heart What they ask Threatens with summer Warmth means open I choose the cold As I shut out The sickening heat
Tags: Riddle, Confused, Pain, Abstract, Deep,
