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The frostbitten winter breeze
Sets forth a traveler
With a coat of midnight black
And a scarf of crimson

The ominous traveler strides forth
Dreary boots crunching against blackened snow
The passerby on the street once cheerful
Grow hushed and leave the streets

The man is alone now
Cast out from the rest
He stops and bows his head
The traveler sighs and walks back into
The hazy mist

For he is Misery…
And Misery has much work to do





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Your Uncle Scott said...
Apr. 8, 2009 at 12:01 pm
Excellent Work Sean! I Never knew you were writing verse. Your skills at capturing the feeling of misery are very attuned! Keep up the great work.
 
Elena said...
Apr. 4, 2009 at 4:31 pm
YEA SEAN!
 
taffy17 said...
Apr. 4, 2009 at 3:45 pm
This poem creates a vivid image. The misery is almost palpabal. I like this one better than this writer's Water poem. The water poem is a good political statement, but this one creates a strong emotion.
 
(=amanda=) said...
Apr. 4, 2009 at 2:03 am
very deep. good work =)
 
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