The cold wind blows
Clashing with hot breath
Flame filled barrels
Fighting against the winter storm
Teeth chattering
As fingers freeze beneath ripped gloves
White canvas sneakers
Soaked through from sloshy brown snow
Last week’s newspaper
Fuel for the fire
Hoping winters rage takes a break
Long enough for toes to thaw
Slowly starving themselves
And the flames under a frozen tunnel
Homelessness is freezing to death while living in hell

Love Once Lived Here

Love once lived here
Behind man made walls
Built tall and strong
Around a fragile heart

Love once lived here
In arms so warm
Wrapped up tight
Safe from the cold

Love once lived here
So full of life
With hopes and dreams
No more sleepless nights

Love once lived here
But now it’s gone
Leaving a broken heart
And an empty home

Winters Chill

And I continue to sit out in the cold, in the snow, as if this winter could never touch me.  A part of me was already numb.  No amount of cold could freeze this already icy heart.  Contemplating on the days to come as well as those that have passed.  As if now was the only real moment I would ever have.  I just sit here and waste it away.  Leaning against a tree that no longer shades me from the light, or the truth.  No longer provides that much needed break from the elements.  There is a chill in the air.  My thoughts jump aboard and ride the wind in hopes to find something more, some place warmer.  This cold continues to grow and in the end all is hopeless.  The ice will consume me.  Waiting on a heart warm enough to break through mine.  One warm enough to bring mine back to life.  But it is far to cold outside, and while this Winters chill can’t touch me it will touch any who are not already numb like myself.