Sunday, July 10, 2011

My Blanket

The afternoon sun hangs low

Right outside the grills

I let the curtains dangle and shutter collapses

But still it sneaks through the gaps of my shield

I pull the cold blanket over my lonesome flesh

Hoping to warm a heart that is shivering like an autumn leaf

Hoping to build a sanctuary of warmth and hope

But all I feel is more sadness and cold

All I own, is nothing but

A piece of lonely blanket

That shall no longer warm

Even the easiest of hearts.