The Darkness of Snow

The cold…

Though the frigid wind howls

outside my window

that is not the cold I feel.

Inside me

cold has penetrated

the walls of my heart,

burrowing through the warmth

until it finds my soul.

It is there

a darkness lingers;

a void

where no light can exist—

where warmth can no longer

live—

because the cold blackness

devours it…

Just as the fresh snow

falling

absorbs sound

until nothing but silence

surrounds you.

A once beautiful landscape

of white,

now desolate.

Ravaged by

darkness

until the silence becomes deafening…