My breath pours out
Dancing in the cold air.
I sit, lonely and sad
In complete despair.
I look at my breath
As it leaves my mouth.
Hanging in the air
Ghost like floating about.
It’s so cold I can’t move
I can’t feel my fingers or toes.
The saddest thing is I’m here
All alone - and nobody knows.
Sat in my sanctuary - my home
With windows that sparkle with ice.
You’d think it looks pretty
But with no heat - it’s a sacrifice.
A tear falls from my eye
And I hang my head low.
What if I die here
And nobody knows.
My heart hurts so much
With pain I’ve not known.
Sat in one chair it’s become
Like a poisonous throne.
I can’t afford heat
And I can’t afford food.
I sit and wonder
How would my life be viewed.
When we say the word home
It conjures an image of warmth.
Not a cold, lifeless place
Soulless and forlorn.
The silence is deafening
The TV a blank box.
Beyond that dark screen
An ironic paradox.
The light slowly fades
And I know it will get colder.
This isn’t what I dreamt of
When I envisaged getting older.
As the darkness creeps
across the icy cold room.
I know it’s going to get
so much colder soon.
I clasp my hands together
And look up towards the Lord.
Praying for the heat
That I just can’t afford.
If tonight is my last night
On this lowly earth.
I pray that my life
At least held some worth.
Darkness surrounds me
And the coldness is biting.
So I draw my freezing body
Under the blankets in hiding.
Please let me live
Survive this bitterly cold night.
Please let tomorrow
Bring a glimmer of hope and light.
J C Hicks copyright ©
16.12.22
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