Alone
Icicles strung outside
the window sills;
yesterdays warm rain
suddenly transformed
into frozen icy traps
hidden beneath mountains
of hardened snow.
Bone marrow cold it was,
the coldest climate
I'd ever experienced.
...and I'd survived
many a rough winter,
but this time should
have been different;
for I was inside,
body adjacent to fireplace;
yet heat was non-existent,
as raging fire climbed
above its burning embers.
... and no matter
how I bundled myself
in cotton or wool;
I was still juxtaposed
to an inner frozen chill.
That's what being alone
and unloved does you see;
my coldest winter
has arrived on the icy clouds
of wind driven disparity,
where the sun
neither rises or sets,
nor is there warmth or light,
for I am blinded,
engulfed in darkness.
My only wish,
someone
hold
me.
PROSE: the ordinary language people use in speaking or writing b: a literary medium distinguished from poetry especially by its greater irregularity and variety of rhythm and its closer correspondence to the patterns of everyday speech
POETRY: writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm
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