Faye Sizemore

MY KINGDOM FOR A BLANKET

Cold bitter… so bitter…
seeping in…
January sunshine
so thin… so thin…

Huddled in doorways
… or old abandoned cars…
under the bridges’ cement stays
… counting their scars

They are out there…
just out of sight
… seeking a warmer place
to spend this cold night

A blanket… a cover…
can you spare just one
… to cover from the cold
someone who has none

It’s cold… so cold… my friend
but… not as cold as the soul
… who cares not for
the plight that some are in…