Frigid Solitude

Born an outsider,
Always alone,
Frostbitten,
Frozen to the bone

Wiping frosty breath,
Off cold glass windows,
Longing for the crackling fire,
The warm ember glows

Seeking warmth,
Finding frost
Always stumbling,
Always lost

Invisible to the fold,
Watching, yearning,
Burning in the cold

© Pragya Thakur

1 Comment

  1. This is a LOVELY poem Prags!


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