"Catching a Cold World"-- I got caught feeling like this. Walking down the street, the rain creating streaks. Almost like tears coming down sadden red cheeks. The feeling of remourse, Causing a big commotion. People had told me this feeling came from the South. Yet I'm feeling it in the North, the blues from the blacks, broken hearts in neat nap sacks. Souls dealing with our fait. For I am God. The eternal sadness that says trust us, to me you are a remolded can. Cambell's can't reuse you. But trust us, we'll abuse you. Due to all that the blues brings, Acceptiance By: Damon Sarvela