The snow comes falling
Down
Down
Down
Covering the land with a white fluffy sheet
Clouds cover the sky
Making it seem as if I am in an infinite land of white
The wind blows past me as I race down the hill
I reach the bottom and look towards the ski lift
A chair on the ski lift sits still
Waiting for me to sit in it
The metal bar swings up
Beckoning me to come over
I look up the hill
There is no sign of anyone
No traffic or anyone to get in the way
But where are my friends?
I wait
listening for a sound
But there is none
There is only the sound of the wind
Blowing snow against the side of my face
I take off my skis
I begin to walk through this desolate land of white
There is a lodge up ahead
I enter the lodge though the front doors
I'm greeted by warmth
But also silence
The whole lodge is empty
Lockers are left open
Chairs are still pulled out
Food still sits on the tables half eaten
Where was everyone?
I step back outside
There is no sign of anyone anywhere
I put my skis back on
Slowly I move down a small, snow covered hill
I begin to move towards the ski lift again
The chair still silently waits
It never moved
It has been sitting and waiting the entire time
Only slightly swaying in the wind which has now picked up
The metal bar swings up once again as I approach
Even though there is no one there to touch it.
Slowly I walk over and sit down
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I Was Really Bored.
PoésieWhen I am bored, my mind wanders. I sometimes find myself writing random things. Most of it is either poetry or songs. A lot of it is sort of weird, but I have decided to post some of the stuff that I think is actually good on here for other peop...