In My Igloo

January 8, 2008
On artic nights
I wait for sunshine
I wait because that's all I can do
Can't pray about it
Because no god is right for me
Won't hope for day to come faster
That light died out long ago
Will never hold the weatherman's promises near
Because promises only cool ignorant flames
So I curl up in my igloo
Shield my ears from the violent winds
And half heartedly wait
For golden rays
For dawn
For chirping birds that I fear got lost on the way
But I refuse to move
I'm waiting
For some warm proof that I am wrong

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