Lonely Tea Cup

Undesirable foe,

I left you in the snow to burn,

To freeze,

To redact, like some inner child I’ve not been nourishing.

To forget about love and the almighty of spirit,

To think I was burdensome,

All lies and I endowed myself within them,

Cold in my own blue grey slate.

My favorite color couldn’t prove to burden some eyes, and I’ve been lonely.

Waiting for no one and nothing, it all comes out in writing.

I’ve been tiresome waiting for the truth.

Am I meant to be as lonely as I am?

Only time will tell.