You've become lost
within yourself
You quake and shiver,
cracking your concrete exterior to the core of your being
Numerous thoughts
tumble together, while growing and darkening in
Each disastrous thought
is like a snowflake
Floating and swirling
around within the contents of your mind
God, how you hate the
snow
Your heart is locked
behind a wall of bitter cold
You rest so
precariously upon the edge of life and death
As snowflake upon
snowflake join together with millions
A blizzard blows
monumentally strong within
You have come to know
the true darkness of white
Natures furry knows no
other force like a ravaged and abandoned soul
God, how you hate the
snow
The white fluffiness is
all consuming, its like a light blanket of coldness draped heavily
over you
Slowly, burying you
alive
Your thoughts, along
with your voice scream out into the raging snow storm that is your
life
The blinding whiteness
tears through the battle ground of your existence, cutting you off
from the world around you
The snow comes in from
everywhere, from all sides
Everything around you
becomes one, the air, the sky, your life-it all looks exactly the
same
No longer can you see
the way before you, for your eyes have become the same screaming
white
Tired and frozen cold,
all of your senses have gone numb
Your tears turn to ice
as an avalanche claims you
Leaving a scene of
white nothingness
Here in snow.
Published in, “From
Wayside and Woodland.”
An Anthology of
Canadian Verse
Poetry
Institute of Canada
©
2016
