The Cold Door of Despair


The Cold Door of Despair

Silently she stood at the cold door of despair

 Hearing her plea would they possibly care

Within the laughter it seemed so near

 Standing silently,

tattered garments fluttering in the breeze

None would know as she fell to her knees

 She watched intently through tear streaked eyes

What she heard truly had to have been lies

None would leave her out in the cold

At least this is what she had been told

To her utter dismay

In the cold she was left to stay



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