When it snows…..
the teardrops from the sky harden into rough rocks,
Vile rocks that are as hideous from within as they are from the outside.
That’s how i know it’s snowing,
the pain becomes real,
it becomes fake,
duplicitous even.
a mix of a deceptive poison filled with little to no reason,
and instead it mirrors a theatric horror film.
Where one blindly swims too deep into something,
not knowing the future repercussions,
as a result they become fixated by the perplexity of their actions.
That’s how i know it’s snowing…..
there is no clarity, no ‘how to list’ to get out of a tough situation.
one becomes buried under their own icy actions.
Such actions freeze the warmth in the hearts of Man.
For it is Man that can both fall in and fall out of grace.
When it snows…..
one loses the sight of insight,
the chill of pain and fear seeps into their conscience,
corrupting them, forcing them down into a state of paranoia.
This all begins……
When it snows.
Poetry
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