Snow, it's one of the most beautiful things you can see in life. How it sparkles with the smallest shine of light, and the sound it makes, made by the smallest of steps. How the small cold specs of water cover and consume everything it touches, making things cold. It reminds me of your touch that once cosumed my own.
As beautiful it may be it is also very deadly. The deathrate goes high as the roads get icey and slippery overnight. That's what it felt like when I found out what you did that night. You didn't just consume me, you did that to other people too. You took away our hopes and dreams, I couldn't even sleep as your actions cut through.
Looking at the snowfall was like breath of fresh air, but you had to take the joy out of the last thing I had. Leaving your footprints behind crushing everything you touched, leaving it with scars and an empty cup.
Instead of watching the snow fall, I think of your lust that took over instead of giving your trust.
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Embers of Endurance
PoetryAn original poetry book by me. About my life and what it came to be.
