#103 It's warm outside. Sunny even, perhaps. I'll never know, For it is always the same inside It's cold. I can hear the raindrops Knocking against The walls of my prison No one would answer them. This is a good place For contemplation And soul searching (Given you're left with any), But not much room For physical activities. Earlier there were many Who came to visit me With flowers and liquor And stories and prayers. I seldom smell any visitors Anymore. I hear thunderstorms. Perhaps it will rain Fiercely tonight. It is nights like these That I long for you the most, For it is cold outside But it's colder in here Six feet under. —Vik @diaryofvik Feel free to like, comment, share and follow. Love. _________________________________ www.facebook.com/diaryofvik www.instagram.com/diaryofvik www.diaryofvik.tumblr.com _________________________________ #diaryofvik #poetsofinstaigram #poetry #wordporn #wordsmith #wordgasm #poetryisnotdead #spilledink #life #love #instalike #follow #followme #instalove #instagood #instahope #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #poetsoffacebook #poetsoftumblr #poets #poetsofinsta #instapoet #poetic #writersofinstagram #writer #writingcommunity #sixfeetunder #death #corpse #graveyard #cemetary #longing #cold