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