The Icy Curse

Snow

Silence 

Falling from the sky

A cold and silent soldier 

Peaceful yet vengeful 

The snow falls atop the trees 

Into the street 

Down the stream 

Blowing in the breeze 

People freeze 

Animals starve 

But it's pretty.. 

Peaceful 

Pure 

No flake alike 

Ruined upon touch 

Each flake a dagger 

Sharp, small, slicing 

Savage

 

We hide in our homes

with the heat

and warm soup for dinner.

 

Once peaceful lands into icy tundra 

As snow lies atop the trees 

Whispering death 

Frigid death 

Freezing 

Sun peaking through 

Unable to save the victims of the snow 

The cruel reign of the snow 

 

The air 

Frosty and dry 

Depleting those nearby 

The cold decent 

Shadows creep
It takes and takes, and leaves despair.
An angel's gift, it turns to dust,
An icy curse, a fatal trust.

 

The unhoused forced to weep 

living on the street 

Starving 

Cold 

Alone 

Victims of the snow 

The icy curse 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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