Internal Graffiti

A winter's dreary

Snowflakes fall heavily;
as I inhale more toxicity
into my,already
damaged lungs.

Lost are the days
when the sun would shine;
the days prior to
the nightmares begun.

Relentlessly I stare
off into the distance;
unbothered by the
crisp winter's air.

There is nothing...
missing,is something;
but how to retrieve it?
when,
how,
...where?

copyright(C) January 2007 Deanna Prall