The Snow Desert. [Poem of Mine.]

Walking in a wasteland,
Shivering cold and
Alone.
Feeling a pain I've never known.

Bitten in my heart
You could call it art,
A masterpiece all your own.
Damn it…I should have known.

The sky is dark like the feathers of a crow.
So I walk down the path covered in snow
Even though I feel like staying sedentary like stone.
I think I knew it, I think I had known.

I feel like the Ice Princess
In the Snow Desert, elevated above the rest.
It's freezing here
I mustn't shed a tear.

Soon my tracks will start to disappear
It's all over, I fear.
I can feel the wind blow…
They'll never know.