by: Jason C. Newton
as I stand and shiver in my place
(a place of loneliness)
I await the next person to come
to come and seek warmth
from the fire in my heart . . .
fire they never bother to build
back up.
just take.
they place no wood on the fire.
soon they will come and
find no fire . . .
just ashes. . .
and I, shivering in this place
called my heart.
