Shivering in Omaha

I am cold. Could you possibly come here
To hold me? I'm sad. Could you speak,
Make me happy again? I am lost in the
Midst of ambiguous evidence. Sometimes,
It seems that you'd rather not know me.
Sometimes, it seems that there's something
That keeps you from coming too close.
Will you tell me: which is it? Be fair.
I should know, as I'm cold. Will you
Come, or would it be best if I go?

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-01-11 at 00:26

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
The sad thing is that you never really find out.

As usual, the typical sadness lingers throughout the poem. Liked this one too! :)

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
do you think she asks herself so many questions?

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Not knowing is the worst part. A very sad poem.