These paths I walk all lead to snow
White embankments filled with fluff
Masking the truth underneath
Holding us back three feet deep
When will they release me
Keeping me here like a prisoner
Don’t they see I want out
The ground is frozen
I can’t move my fibers of life
Shake, shake me out of this frozen tundra
I’m itching for a new beginning
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3 responses to “In the Dead of Winter”
Love it!
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Thanks, Tom! This was from a few years ago. A bit of a metaphor in it from those troubled times.
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Very nicely done – and perfectly finished by the last 2 lines.
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