Cold Shoulder

Accepting an unpleasant certainty. The poignant silence of an empty home. Unanswered calls relay disharmony. The world is melancholy monochrome. No person should be made to feel ashamed Of intimate emotions. Left to roam. I know I shouldn’t cast abrasive blame, But pain can make me act in ways inapt. I’m left to wonder, was it all just games? No sense of closure. Have my heart strings snapped? With ev’ry passing moment all alone I know the doors are closing, I am trapped. An icy rain is falling ‘pon my throne.