Honest Hour

by Femi Kareem


To be honest, I feel lonely


My hands tremble from being cold and boney


I don’t relate to anyone remotely


Searching for a home where I can be warm and cozy


I feel the bitter aurora creeping on me slowly


I pray above towards the holy


That’s the time where I don’t feel like the only


I hope I have someone who can show me


It’s the summertime, but how does she act so coldly

Jeffersonville High School, 2016