A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy

Tomorrow

When an icy breeze falls,

bitter and unforgiving,

specks of cruelty gently glide to the ground.

A white blur covers the abyssal time,

while victim figures ignore the danger,

braving even the heaviest of fragments.

Even I,

in my thickest of protection,

can feel its animosity.

These flakes anger and sorrow,

so cold and punishing,

jold back even the toughest of souls.

Then they fall on my forehead,

streaming down while they melt,

catching in my eyes.

Blurring, my eyes brush away the pain,

casting down the agony of the flakes

like tears I've never felt before.

But in the shade of a covering,

I can watch these dying lost pieces

and see them as something different.

Against the dark so vicious,

the specks appear pure and honest

and I wonder what the truth to them is.

These flakes could long for peace,

maybe for nothing,

or possibly everything.

As I walk in this bittersweet cloak,

covering me as a whole,

I wish my own tears could be like theirs.

Joyful and painful,

snowflakes mark the winter

that can either punish or bless.

Tomorrow, this icy breeze will come,

probably to punish me

for envying its grace and feelings.

Tomorrow I will be covered in my wish,

as cold as every one of them,

another one of their dying brothers.

A/N: This wasn't a suicide poem, I don't write those. If there is a subject you would like me to write a poem about, comment about it!