If this poet is David Garica, I'll find him. If he's David Garcia, hopefully he'll recognize his poem and find me. I gave it a ten on poetry.com:
A gray cover,
eternally,
grows in the sky.
Swallowing,
growing.
Bringing cold times.
A dark void,
keeps spreading inside.
Consuming, freezing, me.
Making me feel alone,
inside.
And you just stand there,
watching,
my hope,
fall,
frozen,
as snow.
Copyright ©2009 David Garica
David, you can write, dude!
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