Oppressive Snowflakes
Slowly I trudge through the cold.
Sharp wind stings at me,
and my flesh prickles.
My teeth chatter with extreme intensity
and I realize that I can't survive much longer.
You are there, somewhere out of the cold
Out of the sharp burn of the snow,
yet I cannot seem to reach you.
Frustrated tears reach my eyes
there is no way out, it seems.
Reluctantly I fall to the ground.
I allow the cold to come over me,
and as I begin to warm, I become
tired. My eyes feel heavy, so I allow
them to close.
Just as I begin to sleep, I hear your
Voice. I call your name, but my voice is just a
whisper, lost against the cutting
wind and oppressive snowflakes.
A single tear falls down my cheek,
and I allow myself to rest
At Last.
Poem copyrighted to Jessica Knoll, 2002. This poem is actually copyrighted to my name. That means if you steal it you can be fined, and arrested. The jail time for plagerism is quite severe, so please save yourself the embarrassment and write your own poem. Thanks.
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