Sometimes I
feel hopeless
Deserted, abandoned

Like being
locked out
In the cold

Winter wind whistling
Down the street
Empty street
snow falling
softly

I stare at the door
Shut before me
Red oak, so strong
Festive wreath hanging
Sounds of happiness
Laughter, Merrymaking
Inside
Warmth, love
Inside
While I am out here
Shut out
Deprived
Cold

No one to open
the door