Snowblind

Hollow eyes

see the snow drift

slowly drifting;

their vacant stare

no longer dares

read a history etched

on withered parchment

as the snow drifts

slowly over them;

hollow and bleak

the day’s remains

remain abandoned

till Winter comes to

take them away;

watched by hollow eyes

watching the snow drift

drifting slowly;

our existential cries

muffled

in the suffocating

sclerotic

snow-caped

landscape,

where Winter has buried them

all.

 

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