in the city.


United States

I saw this man alone in the brisk cold;

He wore an eskimo hat to keep warm.

A passing girl praised the hat, and behold-

The man offered it to her, against norm.

The rest of the evening, this made me think,

That perhaps the man and I are equal.

He volunteered his heat without a blink,

As I do with my heart for retrieval.

Yet, unlike the man, it is only you,

Whose dear voice I want to whisper, “of course.”

The grief is rife and I wish that I knew,

How to find a future with no remorse.

But, like the man, we are both rejected,

For no chance was birthed to be accepted.


This poem is about: 
Our world


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741