A white blanket of snow
that continues to grow and grow
as the blizzard never abates,
leaving us in this freezing perilous state.
The flurry of snow,
the frost on my window,
the thick winter clouds,
the slush piling on the ground.
Winter hides every hint of sunshine,
every ray of daylight.
on top of that it casts
piercing winds your way
paralyzing you to your bed,
numbing every nerve in your body,
as you shiver helplessly
in a corner,
unable to move.
everyday is frigid and bitter.
everyday is the same.
i cannot win in this perilous game
so all i do is wait
for the snowstorm to abate
for time to show mercy
and take pity on me.
when this winter of peril is done,
i can finally wake up
to the comforting warmth
of spring's sun.
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Gone was time • poetry collection
PoetryYou don't see it. You don't hear it. You don't feel it. Quietly, it creeps away like a sinful thief, stealing all your moments, your months, your memories and gone was time. More often than not, many of us don't fully comprehend the weight a moment...
