Atlas Ez Poetry

(note:I was younger than I am now and quite a bit more spoiled when I wrote this, so take it with a grain of salt)

I lie in the hot tub still and quiet

As the cold seeps through the thin windows of the sunroom

As I get out I listen to music thinking the same anxious thoughts in my head replay as always

And as always I drown the thoughts out with the lyrics and the rhythm of the tune

My brother comes in saying my mom had bought chicken for dinner tonight

I go to change clothes then to get my food and head to the sunroom to watch tv in quiet bliss

I go back to my room and mom come in and offers me a shake

And when I go into into the kitchen it’s not a perfect scene not even necessarily the one I’d think of as that great a picture normally but you know what

in the moment I feel truly happy for the first time in a long time

And people wonder why I say that I sometimes like a cold winter’s night