My feelings are now lost to me
Throughout the winter's cold,
That's gripped my heart with icy claw
And sadness not foretold.
My riches few I walk alone
As northern winds do blow,
They chill me to the bitter core
Wherever I do go.
I need a hand to comfort me
But no one seems to care,
Forgotten in this wilderness
As if I am not there.
I'm growing weak as darkness falls
Such pain I feel inside,
All hope has gone I'm so bereft
Of dignity and pride.
You made me shudder reading this poem Andrew, I felt the cold chill in it. Very well written. Well described too. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
In this world if you are happy you will have thousand companions, but if you are sad there will be no one to console you!
I agree with Duncan, Andrew... your poetry is something to be very proud of, this piece is written from the heart, flowing and poignant,10 from me, Lynda xx
Well... let me think about that for a moment Two things come to mind.. 1 You have much dignity and 'SO MUCH', to be proud of, don't forget I've read your works and 2 Please read THE GOLDEN TWINE, you'll know what I mean Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hopefully the feeling that helped you to write this was only temporary.This poem will last forever now though. Immortalized in literature. DC