Loneliness is the winter of ones soul.
You feel the cold and isolation from all.
As a deep white blanket of snow,
Reflects back the feelings and warmth of others.
Movement without sound,
Like white shadows circling.
The blending of what you feel close
And what is in the distance
Impressions of those that travel near,
Resembling footsteps in snow.
But no contact.
You do your best to clear your way,
But loneliness seems to drift in as quickly.
You cry and shout into the wind,
But every sound is covered in frost,
And is carried away to nowhere.

Dan Gray
2004