Cold

Cold

A Poem by HorrorMaster
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A poor homeless men in a winter trying to survive the cold.

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I’m all alone, walking in a snow.

I have no food and hot chocolate.

I have no fire to keep myself warm,

I'm very tired from this freeze.

I started to sneeze very loudly,

This winter had gotten me very sick.

 I needed get out of this cold.

I had been out here since I was 20 years old, now I’m only 50.

Nobody here to help me,

I ask for help, they kept on ignoring me.

Every winter I tried to survive this cold.

I told them I was dying from this winter.

They still kept on ignoring me.

I started crying,

It feels like my heart slowly dying.

I lay on the snow with my eyes closed,

Dreaming of my life on the way I used to have.

I started to freeze to death on this day.


© 2010 HorrorMaster


Author's Note

HorrorMaster
I think every winter or summer, some one should help out some homeless people. Even though I been attack by a homeless guy once at work, but some of them are friendly that needed more help then everyone.

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The cold of Winter killed many people. Your story is common in most big cities. I could feel the loneliness and despair in the words. Would be a bad death to freeze to death. A powerful story.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


My life to a tee. I have been in the cold so long I have forgotten what warmth is like. Very nice write and truly on of your best.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The softer side of the horrormaster..lol! No really, I believe in helping people out and keep the gov't outta it. Nice write. We are all human...

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great poem! You should be called Mr. Freeze hahahaha.....i know not funny but your poems is awsome and so cold....ok i will stop now

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very true. There are a lot of people who have to live this way and no one cares. Its not an easy thing.... Well spoken.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is so true. Whenever i see them out on the side or the road or under a bridge, i always want to help them but sometimes i can't. they are people too.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This has a very sad feel to it but it is reality. Life on the street is harsh and winter only makes it deadlier. Very nice job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is very nice. I liked it. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


nice indeed

Posted 13 Years Ago


Lovely use of the emotions with the snow in this piece:)
An awesome poem!
xx

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on June 15, 2010
Last Updated on June 15, 2010
Tags: Homeless, poem, cold, winter, snow, death, survival

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HorrorMaster
HorrorMaster

Tamarac, FL



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