Left in the Cold

 

by

Amith Cherian

 

 

I walk, ice beneath my cold bare feet, looking for warmth which I cannot find.

Walking along, I find a place where I can sit.

There I sit, self pity overwhelming my heart.

There I am cold and alone.

No food, nothing. 

All is lost.

All has disappeared.

Only this one morsel of land is left in the world.

No more than a tiny glacier, drifting in space.

Where I sit, I am left in the cold.

No one to rescue me, no one to comfort me.

Nothing but loneliness.

I sit drifting about our galaxy, like a meteor.

I sit left in the cold forever.