# Cold

Author: nytedewolf
Tags: Winter, cold, lonely

A poem about how I feel at times during the midnight hour of the soul.

it's getting cold  
as the days are growing old  
the winter is coming  
the winter of the soul  
  
I wonder why   
as I wander by   
why am I so lonely  
when so many are near  
  
yet as I lean against the glass  
watching people pass  
for a moment its crystal clear  
then its gone just as fast  
  
it leaves me shivering in my fur  
when those missing emotions stir  
every time someone walks past  
the thought of a friend at last  
  
but every day all i see   
where I should be  
in the mirror is a mask   
is it to much to ask  
  
is it me the reason why  
every day inside I die  
or is it them who stand aside  
quietly,as I wander by

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