Trapped beneath an avalanche of snowtears

Fighting breath that lungs no longer will to breathe

Melting space around the face of his rejection

Keeping warm that which yearns for flakes to freeze


Immobilized between the last year and tomorrow

Between the truly dying and the newly dead

Stoic lost inside a frozen memory

Of the stinging icy words he coldly said


His day with someone else is somewhere dawning

As lifeblood slows to beat a silent drum

Passing through a heart that begs it stop now

To muscles that refuse to save it from


Judith L. Cleveland

c. 2010



MIDNIGHT BLUE
Writing