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Rated: · Poetry · Religious · #1578656
This poem is about the transition from the north to the south.
If you want this

Then you better claim it

If you have tithes to pay

Then I am waiting up late…

I got the sun in on it too

Me and he will always be

Like the wind and the trees

They partake on occasion

To listen to me sing



I lift the wind

I listen hard

I pray on my knees

And then call him by name

It isn’t the first time

I thought about the dead.



You put up white curtains

But they don’t keep out the sun.

We moved down south

And so staying in

Is alright

In the summer

When the trees mate

And the sun creates

A heat so thick

It makes most sick

To stand there more than ten minutes…



I miss the woods.

Untangled by weeds.

I miss the nights

That I was set free

To roam the only light

Was the moon upon me

And you seem healthy

Healthy here under the sun

But I remember

When

Life was spun

By a different temperature



Will you walk…

Where can we walk?

The houses are pushed up on each other

Like they plan to procreate

And I bet the neighbors are watching.

Things I don’t want no one to see…



If I hate it here

Will you hold that against me?

Can you truly?



I just want a little nature.

A little walk in the woods.

I just want a little beach side

Tumble in the sand

Plenty of land

To run free

Sing into the wind

I bet she’s been missing…

Me.



Someone out there is

Missing me…

If my soul plans to glow anymore..

Then someone is missing me.



I climb into bed

A thousand blankets

And I still feel cold…

I clean and clean

And clean and clean

And still something isn’t clean..

It is the air I think

The hot thick southern air

That makes my body leak

It makes my pores cry.

I can’t get used to that sort of thing..

All that crying.



I miss a normal storm.

One that pounds

And throws a tantrum

But does no real damage

It is all just a show

Not a repercussion

Just a drama

Never hurt no one

Not like these hurricanes

Turn us all out



I wanna go up north

To where the wind blows

And I can stand up in it.

I can identify with it

That is what I want

Can you love me in the north?

I bet you can

That there is no doubt.
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