You’ll never forget feeling despondent.
It’ll haunt you where ever you go
It’s a feeling of chest crushing hopelessness
In a storm, buried up to your neck in snow
Shaking your head and blowing warm breathe
Trying to keep the snow from your face
Suddenly it’s falling faster now
You feel you’re in a race
© 2011 Michael Yost
This is my offering for G-Man’s Friday Flash 55. If you’ve written a story in exactly 55 words, visit Mr. KnowItAll and tell him.