On a cold lonely night, I lay wide awake,
With a pale feeling that I couldn’t shake.
Every unreturned warmth that I shared
Left my heart stone-cold, and no one cared.
With a pale feeling that I couldn’t shake,
On a cold lonely night, I lay wide awake.
This piece is my first attempt in Biolet format of poetry writing, inspired by the learning shared by my good friend, mentor, and brilliant poet Brad Osborne on his Whittled word series(https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/95340325). He is a great writer, but he also shares valuable knowledge for people interested in poetry reading and writing. Thanks, Brad, for sharing, and I hope I fared well, at least in the format, while my theme continues to be sad and not quite inspiring at this moment.