Is Something there?

The hopelessness of Affairs

There is a dark cold shadow that follows me,
It taunts me and whispers "he will never be free".

I hear it laugh and mock and jeer,
"You will still be alone at the end of the year".

It's Icy blast wraps round like a cloak,
Brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat.

I look up to the sun and wish and pray,
For the warmth of your arms to chase my nightmare away.