Lost

Shivering in the cold
the little girl rocks
trying to stay warm
the floors are bare and brown
no blanket to be found
the tears roll down her face
freeze before they drip off her chin
huddled in the corner
rocking, rocking
her blue eyes wide in fright
night surrounds
and she remains cold, unfound
rocking, rocking
rubbing her hands together
trying to get warm
nothing will help in this winter storm
the night wears on
and pretty blues eyes stare, unblinking
rocking, rocking...no more.


this is a poem I wrote about a year ago I think. It's not a story about anyone real in specific. It's more metaphorical than real. I thought of it as feeling alone...even in a room full of people or feeling the lonely despair of being stuck somewhere you can't stand. I use blue eyes in alot of my art work and in my poetry and other writings because I have blue eyes, usually means I'm relating the character to myself.