My feelings are now lost to me
Throughout the winter's cold,
That's gripped my heart with icy claw
And sadness not foretold.
My riches few I walk alone
As northern winds do blow,
They chill me to the bitter core
Wherever I do go.
I need a hand to comfort me
But no one seems to care,
Forgotten in this wilderness
As if I am not there.
I'm growing weak as darkness falls
Such pain I feel inside,
All hope has gone I'm so bereft
Of dignity and pride.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-106/
