Left in the cold
As I sit here by the fire,
Looking into the sky,
I reflect on all that has happened.
So many things gone wrong,
So many broken hearts.
The snows drift onwards,
The clouds grey overhead,
Only the snow to keep me as a friend.
Each flake more inviting than the last,
Each unique, each shining brightly,
But to the touch they melt away to nothing.
What once was inviting soon turned cold,
Each flake becoming more and more blurred,
Each losing focus and becoming an ugly storm
The only light is the flame so bright,
Showing the only warmth in the whole plight,
One last star, One last hope.
This is a bit of poetry that I made long ago after a rejection.