《Random poetry》


 The Freezer Burns

    I trudge through heavy snow, it''s refusing to stop falling a reminder of things come and gone.


    I see it begin to let up and a flare of hope briefly flashes within.


    Now I stare forwards dauntless in refusing to stop or go back, much like the blizzard ahead, letting up is no longer in either of our cards.


    The hope here and there is gone and done, now only grim resolve.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    The ice and snow may believe the battle over and won, but I know otherwise.


    I feel cold, colder than I ever have in my long journey through the snow.


    I no longer feel my fingers and toes, I briefly feel fear of the frostbite coming.


    Suddenly I''ve grown weary, my vision is fading, this may be my end.


    Maybe at one point, I would''ve given up here, the snow would''ve taken me, I am no longer that person.


    That person is dead in the snow, having died long ago.


    So here I and old Jack frost stand trading blows as we always do.


    If I''ll ever prevail I don''t know, all I can do is further venture down the only path I know.


    So I continue my melancholy March further into the heavy snow.

 Roads

    The farther one gets down the road, often is there a heavier load.


    The more you travel, the easier it is to unravel.


    People quashed under your feet, just like gravel.


    Some roads are paved, yet some are not. This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    It''s not about staying together, or  falling apart.


    Nor is it about filling space, in your already empty heart.


    Not about where you end, or where you did start.


    It''s about when, rather than then.


    The sands of time, if you will.


    These sands, will flow with or without you.


    Flow, wherever they wish to go.


    Underwater, and aboves the waves.


    Underground, and through the maze.


    Yet no matter where the sands may roam, thoughts will eventually lead to home.


    Just hope when you get there it hasn''t moved on.