Just a simple thought. Writing what Im thinking

[amberputis]

A cold wind pierces my skin as I walk outside.
I sheild myself as if I'm trying to hide.
I listen to my footsteps as I walk to the car,
I look up to see not one single star,
so I open the door and head home to Hell.
Wishing I could go home and have someone to tell,
someone to tell what's in my head,
someone to talk to before I lay down for bed.
Sometimes I want to share my incite,
but my only option is to write.
I have so much to say, but no one to say it to.
So again I sit here and do what I usually do.
Pretty soon I'll lay down to dream,
think of the impossible, or so it may seem.
The next thing I know, I'm up for a new day.
I do this all over again, for it is my only way.

[Persephone]

I believe you misspelled shield and insight.

Well, I hope this eased things for you.

Happy holidays!

Cheers,
Penny

[T.J. Barber]

Excellent write! I am very proud that you felt that you could share this with us. Thank you, His Majesty

[SilverEyes]

Wow, I love this. It has a great rhythm and I can really relate. Great write.

[Chaotic_Thetis]

The "star" part felt somewhat forced as though nothing else would rhyme with "car". Nice imagery, definitely got across the frosty feel. All in all, good write.

[John Barnett]

Great piece with awesome imagery.