Left In The Cold Poem by Myla Rose G.

I was standing at the corner,
Woefully staring at nowhere.
Buildings were calmly liquefying,
Roads were long and quietly crossing.

No cars passing here and there,
Street lights scattered everywhere.
The wind was cold and harshly roaring,
Blowing my black hair without dropping.

The sound of footsteps cannot be heard,
Even the ticking of the clock was blurred.
Shadows of people cannot be seen,
And traffic lights were not on the scene.

The sky was black, and darkness clustered,
When an obstreperous sound thundered.
But it didn't distract me within,
For I cannot move, and still in pain.