Summers are the Coldest

Quemis

A season arrives in failure,
The cookie jar is cracked.
Wasn't for lack of trying,
Knew the deck was stacked.

 

But every fight is different,
And its time I must stay in.
Keep saying I can't run as fast,
Odds weren't on me to win.

 

A thousand irons on the fire,
Never felt hope so damn close.
But we're all crushing fingertips,
On thick potential choke.

 

Gotta love America,
Loves watching her kids fight.
You run and put your legs in it,
Then swipes the ball from sight.

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 13th, 2022 22:37
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Wasn't for lack of trying,
    Knew the deck was stacked.

    But every fight is different,
    And its time I must stay in.
    Keep saying I can't run as fast,
    Odds weren't on me to win.

    A thousand irons on the fire,
    Never felt hope so damn close.'
    you're just so subtle
    in tonality and flow, and yet
    you impart such profound insight
    I genuinely love! your poetic style
    and feel privileged
    that you choose to share your talent
    dear cherished Poet..
    (stay Strong, scribble Often
    and be Proud! of the who
    you're striving to become
    cherish the long journeys
    care less, about those
    blink-n-miss
    results and rewards)

    • Quemis

      Wow Mek.

      More high praise.

      I swear you are my biggest fan on this site.

      • L. B. Mek

        n Proud to be, if
        I be 😎🍻



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