Sitting and staring;
motionless like a priest taking confession;
gazing at this snowy white expanse;
my own white-knuckled nakedness spilling forth.
What foolish thought wooed me to this foolish endeavor?
What persuasive force exposes me too this chore;
me, this desperate coward enduring
this futility that only makes time pass.
If desire is achievements best friend
then why does it offer no rewards
or forgiveness for dissapointment.
I calmly beg this doomed interval
to take my harmless words
and suck the miracles out of them.
Oh to hell with it…
I’m going to bed.