Bitterness from the snow, romping slowly downward toward the half hazardous ground; causing a slick layer, Mother Nature not one to cater.
They walk, boots slouching. Heads nodding, doing as they're told. Not one to argue, must stay aline with the mold.
Skidding across the ice, no need to sacrifice, this is the end, it's done. The skies our gray, our eyes are tried-we must obey.
The suns covered by these strange gray clouds, the rarest beams making it by, not one to cross such stark lies.
Guess this is goodbye.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoetryA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
