No Horizons Poem by Kevin Patrick II

Winter has stuck itself inside your head laying foundations of ice to fester sleet sneaks into your neurotransmitters a heavy fog shrouds the grey matter walls Frostbitten dendrites freeze-dry neurons Memory becomes a garden of ruin You become a snowman that never melts Cold and vindictive to whoever you touch

You watch the clock ticking behind your lenses Scratching your wrist at social luncheons Performing a scripts of some hacks typewriter Discussing the trades or events of the day Chewing words down with half eating scowls Sharply camouflaged in your Reiss armor So perfectly kept like a wound up toy

Soon calluses form around your compunction suffocated beneath a forged dignity a hollowness solidifies with weight Carrying the years you built a public zoo now your fillings are chipped with enmity Playing Sheri Lewis when your lamb chopped There's no recourse to the stage you coached your loosing the game you thought you had made

And all you can think now
Is that you'll never see summer again

In a world
that no longer has any horizons