Cold Nite Poem by reinalie jorolan

The night is cold outside
The wind blows like a lost
and tormented soul
Then groans thru the dark alleys-
where everything stands still,
as if lifeless frames on the wall
to which only the insistent hiss of silence
Can dare speak to all…

Yet the night is more freezing inside,
The heart murmurs with deep lamentations,
coated with scorching pride….
Then groans thru its murky recesses-
where everything stands very still,
frozen by a stubborn will;
As if lifeless frames on the wall
to which only the insistent echo of emptiness
Can dare speak to all………..