Frosted Poem by Susan Lacovara

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