Stripped of all worldly possessions Here I lie, held in slumbers grasp Barren ground, frozen and hardened Gitte©
upon desolate frozen ground
no woven cloth covering me
lying naked for all to see
forsaken, forlorn, left alone
by those who have had to move on
to a better place, a new dawn
raw nakedness, befits my mood
lacking mercy, deeply you burn
abandoned warmth, will you return?
March 18, 2001
Submitted to The Poetry Circle
