Predawn Snowfall
Walking in to Meet My Fate
by Robbie Freece
Predawn snowfall, walking in to meet my fate
Drinking Coffee to cover the taste of defeat
Surreal mood in reality, empowered and visceral in a daydream head
The sound of my boots crunching against the ice and then squeaking across the polished floor brings it all back to here and now
Stomach unsettled, chapped lips and watery eyes.
Float through the day like a ghost–Dead Man Walking!
Rings in my ears as conversations carry on in the periphery
Two hugs from two kids who carry the look of a hardened man around each day
I brace for impact and so do all the others
A knowing glance of calamity and shared discussion that shit’s fucked up
The snow just keeps falling, in an archetypal December way.
Snowflakes in the air, beauty everywhere kind of mood
That clashes so melancholy with the fate that lie ahead
I dream of Christmas.
I dream of burning down the system.
Watercolor Trees
Original Artwork by Safiya Enow