++ This Place ++

This place is cold,
When I enter,
I deeply sigh,
Another day…

This place is cold,
And we are ghosts,
Invisible,
To each other.

This place is cold,
For ev’ry word,
That is exchanged,
Carves pain within.

This place is cold,
Suspicious heart,
Grows, and makes trust,
Non-existent.

This place is cold,
I start having,
Thoughts that aren’t me,
But they control.

This place is cold,
Unpleasant voice,
Speaks, and shatters,
My self-esteem.

This place is cold,
So tell me how,
To make it warm,
For all of us.

Sydney (Ashburner Street), 2nd January 2011 12:33am