Insomnia at Ten Below Zero
by James Mele
|
in the dark
in winter
in the long hours
without sleep
when the wind howls
through the bare
tree of your blood
you think hell
keeps time
in this world
as you stare
at the clock
the seconds
the minutes fall
through the silence
in a steady snow
until the rest
of your life seems
an endless
season of cold
the days stretch out
in your mind
into a landscape
of blinding
emptiness
where every
breath you breathe
with burn your heart
with the sting
of frozen steel
|
 |
|
|
Copyright © 2024 by Red River Review. First Rights Reserved. All other rights revert to the authors. No work may be reproduced or republished without the express written consent of the author. |