you want to know me?
go outside dit in the snow
sit inches from t
your door just enough to feel the warm draft from under the flap of the door
never alot
but that need while you force yourself to sit there to bold to come in from the cold to brash to heart broken and thrashed
to fight the urge to want to forget the urge to expect anything better beyond that door
but from the crevice from out your chambers door that slight warmth feels like sanctuary to the pain that stems like needles into every nerve under your black finger tips
even as your lips Crack and bleed you still must believe all you have in that spot on the floor outside the walls of your comforting slumber, just outside your chamber door is all you need
only this and nothing more
by law you can not breach the door without violation
remain still
your hands quake and your knees tremble
complete and utter lifelong isolation
damn thee damn me and damned is now the new you take this curse and buried it into the snow
it's nothing but torment no other man need know
here I can bury my worry in frigid wonders of glistening sorrow
© Christopher j. Jarman