Stuck Inside

Sep 06, 2010 16:48

A truck driver crashes outside and the power goes out.
All the lights go off and the battery backup kicks in.
There is ten feet of snow outside the door so
I'm not leaving anytime soon.

I reach out to find nothing to grab.
There seems to be no central hook.
No median to build an empire.
No way to collect on my investment.

In a few days I will run out of water,
but I know I will freeze to death first.
I think about the phone call I could've made.
I think about the people who will miss me.

Henry and Carl are looking over my shoulder as I write.
They too will die in here with me.
Two people I barely know will share their last words
with me.

I'll share my last words too, and
we'll create a bond of friendship that will outlast our frozen bodies.
And when the storm settles they will find us-
each with a note like this.

original poetry

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