Private party

The social circle holding tight
long into the dark of night,
as each of them try to inspire
their companions by the fire.

But their company raises walls –
stone-cold sentinels that stand so tall
that those outside can’t bear to dare
to dream of being welcomed there.

Now the hearth just looks so cold
to the people who are told
that they just do not belong,
that they should just move along.

So they turn and walk away,
for they cannot bear to stay
and watch people that seem so warm
but treat them colder than a winter storm.

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