Winter sun

An avalanche of thoughts
race thru my head
and pick the pockets
of the living dead
why am i hated?
my feelings locked and crated
as tho my heart’s in a cage
when i see you
all i feel is rage
and dogs chase after me
for i have sinned
my peaceful anger gets to me
i will always sting like a bumble bee
that has no stinger
my cold dead feelings will not linger
if i can be with you
and make my dreams come true
…and i love you too