A Cold Winter Day
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On the outside looking in the window
The door is locked from the inside
'Get off the doormat - No one is home today'

Beating my mind to submission
Can not see the through the fog
Leaving me blind and broken
Why am I standing here alone?
Not being heard
The golden silence deafens my mind

The cold wind blows through my body
Leaving piece behind
Clinging to the last of my warmth
Ripping it away
Leaving me
Beating me

One last look in before I go
One last view of what I can't see
I push away the fog
Fall onto my knees
Embracing the window's sight
I force myself up
With nothing to say
And no one to listen
I walk away

A.J. Dinardo - September 22, 1999
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