Snowfall. – Day 122, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Snowfall.
A canopy for the ugliness I don’t want to see.
An awning for the tragedies in store as rain pours,
And,
Pours.
From each corner of my eyes with a shovel in hand as I course,
Through a path slippery before,
Each pound of ice is ever crystalized,
By,
Such a wintry world.
A world where souls are solidified by windchills below zero when,
Exhaled from a pair of lungs refusing to expand.
Congealed over heartaches most cannot withstand,
Without,
Their own demons making snow angels on the surface of their conscious…
While sniffles echo from a distance as their everlasting song in,
Thought of a disappearance yearned for as long as one can remember…