COLD


Alone in this world,
So cold,
Walking blindfold into the darkness
Never to see what lies ahead,
Consumed with hurt and guilt,
Of past love and cries that were left unheard.
Existence is escaping me slowly,
Unsure of how to proceed,
Ignorant to what happiness is,
Shielded by confusion and pain.
The world seems so cold,
To my wants and needs,
The adversary waits,
To hunt and to feed.
On the weary hearts of those,
Orphaned by circumstance
And the forgotten ones,
Left behind in the swine,
Toiled in the coils of deceit
Resting on a web of lies,
Cold, cold is the world,
To my uncaring eyes….

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