STUCK IN A BLIZZARD

I am stamped by all the sadness in my life;
Enveloped in a closed off road
Like a winter traveler
Trapped inside the snow.
My cell phone works,
Yet all of those I used to know
Think of me as dead,
And in the strangest way,
Even through my panic, |
I prefer they never hear from me again…
The voice mail on 911
Dims any sign of hope
As I blast the heater on
While running out of gas…
There are always firing squads
For those escaping from the hangman,
And lonely deaths of those purpled white
White inside the woodlands,
Where the deer I never hit,
Live on to watch me
Frozen to the wheel.

Ken Siegelman
Brooklyn Poet Laureate