November, 2016

White.
It was stiff, stuck, strapped to it’s situation
Where were they going?
The trees
They stayed in their place,
The trees
The trees have grown up, they’ve grown out, they’ve fallen down
I turned my head around and around
But there’s
No
Way
Out
I fell down

The snow came and it stayed, it was stiff, stuck, strapped
To the situation
It planted its feet and it would not budge
But I can’t!
Said the trees
It still would not budge
My bows will break, must I hold you?!
Said the trees
It would not move
Once it was there, it was the plague
It would melt but for now,
There was
No
Way
Out
And so I fell down

The freeze bit my lips and they cracked
The snow snuck and it slithered and it stuffed itself into my shoes
I did not welcome it there
But could I say no?
The freeze sat on my lips, they were stiff, stuck, strapped
Together, the trees, do you feel me now?
Do you feel the pain that I cannot move?
He sits on my bows and I’m bound to it
I’m bound to be stuck there’s no way through it
There was still
No
Way
Out
And so I was bound
And so I fell down

The bottom was rough, but was there anywhere else?
The feeling was tough, but what else would be felt?
These trees freeze, they do feel me now
They feel me
Falling down
With
No
Way
Out
And so I was bound
And so I fell down
I still made no sound