for hours the snow falls steadily silently
    when a new storm strikes hard and fast inside
    i try to escape the internal blizzard
    by fleeing trekking aimlessly in the cold
    the sounds of life dim and muted
    only the perpetual white noise of distant traffic
    and the punctuation of a train whistle
    offer distraction from the breathless rush
    of an emotion for which i have no name
    tonight i could walk forever if only
    this feeling would stay behind
    strange collections of thoughtwords
    without sense or meaning
    swirl endless patternless
    like the snowflakes
    offer no comfort

Copyright © 2009


~ by lorakceel on September 2, 2010.

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