Cold

A Poem by Ruth Morris

The first poem I ever wrote. I was 14 the year was 1994.

As I glimpse the lights, I try to find the meaning
or what exists, or not,
dying and depressed people
everywhere, happiness
not there, anywhere...
where is the meaning
meaning of what?
life?
is spoken of, by the old
and young ones start too
as the world crashes and burns...
leaving scars..
don't look, things get worse
seconds tick away,
why? is asked by millions of the dead
rain falls on cold graves
cry out towards the sun but not
to feel its rays...
meaning, what is the meaning?
how long will IT last?
when there will be nothing left but
tears, sadness, pain, fears, sorrow
death.
Meaning, there is none, to anyone
none, gone
lost in the wind that hollers
"leave while there's still life"
babies born, die...
lost in the storms of my blackened heart
tears fall..
nothing will change
except the wind
the cold wind
cold...