I have been lonely before.
Listing between friends.
Going through the motions again and again.
Adding the moments together,
like salty drops of tears in a bitter pool.
Living a life of tepid comfort.
Without passion, fire, flame.
Like a man in a cold room
Warm and wrapped in a blanket
Comfortable, but longing for fire
For the feeling of heat on his back
With his shoulder naked
And his eyes closed
This is how I see you.
You are the fire.
You are the warm glowing embers.
The black and red hot coals
And the blue fire licking the edges
I have been lonely before.
If only I had the courage to open my eyes
You would be my fire.
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' I have been lonely before. Listing between friends. Yes, we've all been there... Nice poem, Colin J...
Cordell This I like a lot. It's alive with feeling. ..salty tears.....very good also it's tight and yet says its message quickly amd movingly thank you Martin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah this one is really lovely. Sadness and lonelyness well portrayed.