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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


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ©-MFB III-

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      Susan Ream 6 years ago from Michigan

      Oh now you did it ... I'm crying. Raw emotions so vividly depicted in true MFB style. You have a gift and as always you inspire me. Such a heart deserves to be treasured!

      Mekenzie

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