Stretching on and on
For miles and miles
Everything pure white
And dull gray
And dirt brown
A path of gravel
Your footsteps echo
In the silence
By themselves
Nobody else
A bleakness takes over
The landscape is whitewashed
Simply existing
No meaning yet
Cheeks bitten
With frostbite
And ice cold chills
Of intense terror
Of never finding anyone
To share your fear
One by one
They start to crowd you
There is no escape
From anxiety or fright
It's too late
You blink and it's gone
The creep of death
The frozen block of ice
Dancing with rainbows
Sits on a barren wasteland
With nobody around
For miles there is ice
Snow and utter cold
Sprinkled through dreams
Gathering like a cloud
Granting still peace
Still a quiet rest
Still a solemn vow
Always a grave stillness
And then the darkness.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
