2014 Poetry – Cold

I would be lying if I said I expected to start writing poetry again. Yesterday, I was speaking to a colleague who asked about my poetry and last night my son told me he was going to start writing poems. I told him, "That's great!" and shut out the light to go to sleep. This seeped in and I had to turn the light back on. Enjoy!

COLD

The weather is frigid,

It’s so damn cold,

And I’m alone,

With no one to hold.

Each night I lay awake,

My brain frenzied.

Then I realize,

I’m no longer married.

Time will heal the heart they say,

But what will keep the cold at bay?

Nothing.

The winter is eternal.

This I believe,

Until the summer sun shines again.