the snow shines a pearly white.
the sun has set long ago.
i feel the snow landing ever so gently on my body.
it was cold at first,
but it's almost become warm and comforting now.
i close my eyes.
i can feel myself slipping.
i breathe in the cold, sharp, air.
it's peaceful,
yet,
so
so
scary.
i am not ready to go yet.
but i can feel them pulling me.
edging me closer and closer to the end.
the end?
no this can't be the end.
i think this is
just
the
beginning.
YOU ARE READING
words that mean nothing
Poetrypoetry. all of my shitty thoughts thrown into shitty words.
