With the pairs of twos I see a warmth, a glow, I have never known. The warmth of shared hopes, Sadness, Joy, But I'm blocked out. A child in the cold darkness, Forgotten and no one to comfort him. I see them clearly, And try to go to the warmth as well, But I'm lost. I can't find it. Locked out in the cold, I grow numb. I must be warm, But I can't move to it. Someone must hold the heat to me 'til I can survive. That will not happen. I will suffer life alone without comfort. There will be no warmth. I am gone.
Reason for writing:
I was feeling paticularly lonely awhile ago and I needed to express that. This is what came out.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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