Talk About the Weather

I freeze easily,

but walk against the breeze

regardless.

The climate and cards you’re dealt with

require you to harden,

but that’s not to say I weather it well.

Everybody sweats in hell,

but just as frostbite sets to strike

I’m lent a minute by the sun

to thaw until the cold creeps back

to dwell again.

 

One day I’ll freeze to death,

a fate kept safe in a homely climate,

lonely in the streets I know will

swallow me whole, and

not with a smile on my face or a

peaceful soul

but a vague attempt at being

humble.

© Sam Hunt, 2017

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