Reaching Out

Looking out the frost covered window into the dark of night,
I can see the people walking past all bundled up against winters cold bite
They rush past each other, hurrying off into the distance,
It begins to snow, each little flake dancing across the air of romance.

I want to call out to them, to make contact.. Establish a bond,
I shout from my window, but no one is listening, they do not respond.
Echoes from my heart rings in my ears, washes over me like a cold breeze,
Tears fill my eyes, God, let them hear me....., Oh God please!

My room becomes a prison, my secrets kept safe inside these walls,
Launched in deep inner thought, my feelings begin to pour out like that of great waterfalls.
No locks or bars restrain me, for it is my soul that wills me to stay,
I have chosen this room, this sanctuary, but in doing so, I have lost my way.

I have lived so long trapped inside myself - the years slowly slipping by,
I should like to write one more passage, a story perhaps before I die.
Of a younger soul who once lived happy and free.......,
But staring out the window into the shadows of the cold, there is really no one there......... Of course, there's only me.