~Four Walls~

Lonely comes in degrees
A book may provide companions…
TV will give you chatter…
Memories will make you smile…

The future does not exist
for those in lonely town
What plans are made
and talked about
with walls that do not answer?

Who hears my sobs?
Who sees my tears?
These walls of mine aren’t talking

I want…
I need…
strong arms…
a kiss…
a smile…

But my walls,
my four walls
stand straight…and still…

c 2010


About Icinia

Icinia McIntosh has been writing all of her life. One of her cherished childhood memories is the feeling of absolute joy derived from writing a story...not only the sheer pleasure of putting thoughts on paper, but the knowledge that her words would be read, and enjoyed, by others was intoxicating indeed. Today, Icinia writes mostly poetry, with the occasional foray into the realm of short stories. Icinia McIntosh was born and raised in Canada and still makes her home there.
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