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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great write (:
*gives you hot chocolate* xD

Posted 13 Years Ago


Your words build a picture of someone slowly dying over the years. Screaming for help but no one wants to hear, they always have a reason I'm sure but that doesn't help this man in this story you've told. He goes on until he can't. I feel the pain, the pain of rejection and uncaring more than the pain of the cold and death. Perhaps that is the end is just relief from the all the pain and not pain at all.

Posted 13 Years Ago


It's heart breaking to see homeless people on the street, and you feel unable to help them. Maybe if more people started to care for one another, the number of homeless people would dramatically drop. However on a lighter note, I like this, and I applaud you for writing this poem, and I like how you wrote it, that it kinda put's the reader in the homeless persons shoes.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nicely done poem about the harshness of winter for a homeless man. A lot of sadness in this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I agree. If we can, we should help the homeless people, or just anyone that we can really. Why have so many people turned the other way? What if it were them one day?.....Hey that rymes...LOL

Posted 13 Years Ago



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

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Tamarac, FL



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