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My Friendly Nemesis
POEM BY MICAH KLINGER > PHOTO BY KYLE GEORGE
People are imprisoned by their homes,
The cold guards their door,
Children stare out windows, hopelessly bored,
So cold, and a blanket of snow,
The trees shiver each time the wind blows,
Beautiful I think, cold and pristine,
The crowds die out along with the green,
Step out of the car, piggy back my old friend,
Exhale like a dragon, my breath spells out “send”,
Walking through the forest, I spot nemeses from the past,
Now they're close friends, they nod as I pass,
I walk up to one, the most traveled of them all,
I take my time, her movements easily recalled,
My friends slowly warm me, and I do the same for them,
“You used to give me grief, do you remember when...”
Moving on down the path, losing my grasp of time,
I spot my nemesis; it's been consuming my mind,
Attempt number one, “you don't feel so hard”,
Perhaps today is the day; I've come so far,
Minutes fly by,
Hours peacefully die,
My mind wants more, but my fingers tips cry,
Red tears drip,
During tonight's shower I will pay,
I smile at my nemesis, “I'll be back in a couple of days”...