there's a pile of snow in my head
an avalanche with me underneath it
frozen to the bone and barely conscious
see my fingertips, blue as can be

there's a cave, dark and damp, in my head
i'm in a tunnel, closed off by a rockfall
slowly running out of air
and my flashlight's out of batteries

there's a cemetery in my head
gravestones like teeth, pointing to the sky
six feet down and helpless
no one hears me cry

and all alone in my misery
with the tears drying on my face
i sleep again
hoping to wake to a better morning
but the world's just as dark
as it was before.

there's a little black raincloud in my head
thunder, lightning and rain
it's me, and i'm sad.

© Elizabeth Klassen 2009

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