THE PRISONER
it's cold outside
the sleet rains down
making an insect sound
as it bounces off the branches
and the rain gutters
filling up the spaces
between the blades of grass
it's just so unfair
an ugly lie
that I can't return
I didn't deserve this
and it overwhelms me
filling me with rage
I leap upright
and rush at the window
violently yanking the cord
to raise the blinds
I thrust my face against the glass
knocking my cap off
and I scream at the world
my breath rushes out
like an explosion
and fogs the glass
and my features
are obscurred through the pane
I could be anyone
standing at the window
shaking and full of anger
glaring at the winter landscape
a prisoner of my actions
a victim of my own decisions
and I blink
and I'm seated again
the blinds are in place
and full of undisturbed dust
did I just do that?
did I just lose it?
no one will ever know
no one will ever understand
the only witness
is a cord
slowly swinging
for no reason at all
by DAS on a cold winter's day
David<~~~~~~some kind of fool
::capers::
