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The Cold Lonely The winter days have grown gray and cold, Boredom falls upon us all young and old. With little to do but stare at walls, And madly pace up and down the halls. Others sit motionless chilled to the bone, Like winter itself, cold gray statues of stone. In quiet desperation seeking something to do, I decide to don my warm clothes and winter shoes. Its icy kiss upon my hands and face burns, As I leave my house to meet winter on its terms. Snow clings to the sides of the trees and telephone poles. Very little escaped being painted white by the winters blowing snows. Crystal clear stalagmites reach down from all things overhead, Whispering winds and the crackling crunch of frozen snow are the only sounds to be said. In this icy cold barren world I walk alone, Just to find myself back in the warm shelter of my boring home. |
Additional Notes:
This poem was meant to express the boredom that sooner or later befalls everyone in
the cold climate of ice and snow. Sometimes because of the gray skies and lack of
sunshine you get a feeling of boredom and desperation to find something to do to occupy
yourself so you venture outdoors in hopes of relief this intense boredom. Just to find
out that the boredom outside is just as great as the boredom inside. The only difference
being that boredome outside is even greater because of the extreme cold. And you happily
welcome the boredom of your home over the outside because of the security and contentment
of warmth.
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