On the cold nights alone
Not a person to keep me warm
Sitting by the window
Watching as cars drive by
For no one sees me
Waiting for a hand to reach out
To pull me from this cold window
A hand that spreads warmth
That keeps the cold away
For as I wait in the cold
There is a longing to be seen
No longer to be invisible to all
To have their eyes gaze at me
There is this place I want to go
That is far away from this cold window
It is warm
Full of things I don’t know
With others that see me
What was it called?
Oh it’s called a home
Who will take me there?
This place called home
A place far away
From this cold window
YOU ARE READING
From Shadows into Light
PoetryPoetry that came from the darkness that is now being brought to light. Feel free to comment for I would love to have some feedback on what I have writen (good or bad). Also which poem was your favorite.
