Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Tight Space

Tight Space
    No air to breathe.
Droplets smear their path along my face.
      No where to run
       No where to hide
Just me, myself, and I 
      No one hears me.
       No one cares.
Shadows and sleep are my friends.
    The cool touch of the wall
    Lifts and numbs the pain.
The clock adjacent, 
   Taunts me.
Over and over.
Tick-tock-tick- tock.
Waiting for death to show his face
The snow falls like ashes 
From the killing of many men
I rest with a rose in my hands,
My eyes closed,
With skin as cold as ice.


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