Lockdown.
Updated on April 17, 2010
Surrounded by
a frozen wasteland
nowhere to go
to get warm
to feel your heat
fleshy steam rising
in the December crisp
from the midst of
snowflakes falling
`
bitter cold
takes a piece of me
bit by bit
schedules screaming
taunting me
day after day
nothing penciled in
just more red ink
endless committments
leaving only the desire
to be committed
to a rubber room
where I can bounce back
`
You there
me here
separated by
too much stuff
icy wastelands
frozen smiles
I grow harder
and there is
no softness
in the icicles
that are my
prison bars
so I remain
frozen solid
while memories cause
occassional tears
to drip from
my overhanging
frosted lashes
as I am
awaiting a meltdown
in the thaw
of your love
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