Author: David Boatright
Where did all the warmth go,
The tepid that I was so familiar with,
It's too cold to be here alone,
Something I will have to get used to again.
I can no longer sleep like I did before,
No more dreams of future life,
Rain and memories past haunt my illusions now,
The demons are knocking on my front door.
I find myself aimlessly wondering around like a lost tyke,
No direction to head,
So familiar with what the lost call home,
And scared that I will never find my way back.
I wish I knew what it was to feel again,
To feel the sun rise in my soul,
I wish I didn't feel so dead inside,
The forever end of a heart stopped bleeding.
These cold nights are too hard to bare,
Unprotected and naked to the world,
I am a transparent mirror to most,
Just another face in the crowd.
I long for a warm peace,
Someone I can rest myself in,
Something to turn off this cold,
Will someone please come take me home.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Brian Hamm (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, November 26 2007, 12:44 am|
hey thats a really nice poem . i can totally relate to what ur feeling cuz im goin through the same thing
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