Frosted,
frosted by the fear
that someone sleeps alone, tonight,
unaware that they are loved...
Unusual, for me,
that this is usual, to them
Frosted,
frosted by the faces
that floatingly pass by
assuming, in their unassuming disguises,
that in their ignorance, a safe haven,
untouched and unaffected
Frosted,
frosted by the distance,
of the indifference
of those perverse enough to pretend
Life is measured by less than merit
Frosted,
frosted by the facade,
of the frenzied,
furiously focused
on anything, but
the forgotten smiles
offered for free,
with no price tag
or agenda attached
Sad, that they are frozen
chilled in their selfish igloo,
unable to warm up
to a world waiting
and wishing for a release
from the deep freeze...
Frosted
i love the imagery and the way that you express it good poem indeed thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The absence of a softly glowing ember that is prone to being fanned to a fire with a heart's desire... is a frosting all too common... and one that you dear poet will never own... A wonderful pen... once again!