1/23/2016
Standing outside in this blizzard
Alone;
No life to be found for
Miles.
The wind will not rest—as another bellowing
Moan,
Denies any reprieve—as you
Smile.
I look to the heavens with one final
Plea;
Praying my request you shall
Hear.
For one fewer snowflake, and I would be
Free—
But in your shackles I shed my last
Tear.