Alone and Cold
by Kabookie

I wonder from all of this, 
which direction do I turn. 
I wander through all of this, 
and wonder what I've learned. 
The world, gone, grown, 
cold and sterile. 
I am, again, 
alone and cold. 
This haunts me to my marrow. 
I cannot hold you. 
I cannot touch you. 
Can I even love you, 
anymore.