I lay awake in my single bed
Deep in thought about my single life
I can feel the cold seep underneath the duvet
Through the partition where my feet are sticking out
And I came to wonder, as I pulled my feet towards the warmth of my body
Why is it that we move away from the things we're scared of?
Each time the cold creeps towards me, I pull myself closer to myself
Not wanting to let the cold in, not wanting to reveal myself to it
But I recognise the same activity elsewhere in my life
I used to be so open and forward with the men I encountered
But now I won't allow myself to wait long enough for the cold to creep in.
I think about the warmth of my body and how it feels so safe
I snuggle up closer to myself, pulling the duvet in towards my chest
I'm warm, i'm safe, i'm alone, but that's okay, there is no cold
My heart was frozen, but I learned to melt it in my own way
I learned to stay away from the cold, wrap up and keep warm
That is how i'm still alive today, because I learned to warm up my heart
However, it is ironic, that the love in my heart will forever be cold
And it will never learn to melt in the way that my heart did
I have come to realise, whilst laying here in my bed
As i'm trying to fight out the cold by means of staying warm
That men are the cold, and being single is my way of shutting it out.
A contest entry
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You Go Gurl
I hear and feel you. I too layed there many a night wondering how men could be so cold. I've done my dirt but the mature way is to work it out no matter what. But when a man turns cold, cold it is and you're left with nothing but your favorite blanket. Thank you for entering and good luck. Hugs~ Cuddles -
I like the comparison of your life to hiding under the ocvers blocking out the cold. It worked really well. Heartfelt poem. Well written
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I enjoyed this piece very much...it really makes me think about certain things in my life that I shut out, that I didn't used to. It's interesting how in life, how after a few bad experiences we program ourselves to block out the cold....whatever that "cold" may be....always assuming that the result will be the same...it's actually kinda sad. This is an excellent write!!! Thanks for sharing.
Whyitt
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warm hearted poem
A nice poem with warm wishes. staying cool always may not fetch the needed feelings
firing the passion only makes us warm
good poem that warms up our thoughts -
oh, the sounds of one lonely heat and sould cause an answer in another singer...using cold and warm for diffent things in your life workes very well and does even better than exact words would to convey your point...I sorrow for you and hope that someday beign warm does not mean being alone...
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this is a really sad write...
I guess because it sounds so lonely. Especially the emphasis of the word "single" in the first two lines. It makes this piece just sound so... "single" and alone.
I like the way you compared men to the cold... and being alone to feeling warm....
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I love the thoughts you have here, very interesting and I love how you think the cold as a metaphor for different things in your life. Great entry, thank you.
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Ok I read the piece and I thought it was very well written, I can empathise with your situaition and the way in which you feel, even as a man....I thought that there was no light at the end of the tunnel but alias I was wrong, all it takes is one speciall moment, one special person to come along and take it all away, and me and beckie are living proof that there is always some one for some one, just dont think about it and it will come along eventually, but I did enjoy the read but you cant blame men for the situation your in, just the wrong type of person has been there for you.
P.S Stop looking for men, and search for a Monkey were more fun! -
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Thankyou, you are very right, I don't blame men in general, just the ones in my life, I just used the word men to describe how I felt, defining my meaning and the fact that its the opposite sex. I do hope the "right type of man" comes along for me, as i'm waiting patiently! As for monkeys, i'm not sure i'll go that far, but i'll keep the option in mind if needs ever be! Thanks for the comment!
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