Through the Mud and Muck(Poem#9-High School Years)
When we see the nighttime air
Whipping at our face
You just can't see, your life away
As your death is put aside
The rain falls down fast
Forming pools and puddles at our feet
We shiver, as spines tingle
And shirts stick to flesh
Soaked to the bone we have become
We are reduced to wet rats
Struggling through the thick mud and muck
Trying to find our way, through the brown water
Endless hope, does not help
Our souls trying to surface
Warmth at last we find
Nice warm night we have
Here we shall know welcoming
We are now home
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