I'm Stuck, I Cannot Get Out

I am in the place called home, I peak out of my apartment

window, filled of biggest blizzard snow was uprising and

rise up suddenly, it could be over one hundred or two

hundred or three hundred or four hundred or five hundred

feet deep of snow, I felt trapped forever and ever, I try to

open the front door, it has been stuck some reason, I can't

go to work because i'm truly stuck within and indeed, I was

on my love couch for two, I got my warm blanket on my

luxurious lap of mine, I got my laptop computer, I wrote

many of poems on them, I take my feet up, nice and warm

in the place called home to home, I'm stuck with someone

I fell in love, she was massage my bare naked feet, she got

the beautiful smile entire day and night, she drop off my

laptop down on the sofa, she came to the love couch closely

and closest, she shared the warm blanket together, she

put my glasses off on the coffee table, we'd take a beautiful

naps together

Written by

Michael James Brindley

2-23-15