It's me. I'm back. <br />Again. <br />So wack. <br />I know, I feel. <br />The Bull. <br />I squeal. <br />Redundant, Yes. <br />This Time. <br />My Stress. <br />My Life, rings empty. <br />My Heart. <br />It's Limping. <br />I'm Here, I've returned. <br />Familiar. <br />So, I've Learned. <br />Nothing New. <br />Not for me. <br />Noth this year. <br />Not for you. <br />Take this. <br />Wrap. <br />I take this, crap. <br />It happens. <br />Annually. <br />Must handle. <br />Manually. <br />Tangible? <br />No. <br />Make it. <br />Then, <br />Burry it into the snow.<br /><br />Tiana Tucker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-143/
