Take Care For No One Will

Original drawing from my Instagram

As the wind blows, it whispers,
I feel no warmth.
The need for isolation has become apparent.
I felt so unloved.

No bosom for shelter;
I looked no farther.
I can give myself an embrace,
Where all gaze for space.

My entirety becomes bare,
As I accept no solace.
To the eyes I yelled “who cares?”
This is me, my treasure, my peace.

The world will keep spinning, as I live.
The beauty with enigma remains.
I have wielded my ivory,
with no will to shed your ebony.

Take care for no one will.

This short poem was written by my good friend Butch.