Landscape sheathed in bleakness
stranded, cabin a speck amongst the fury
Droves of powder slam and strike, still standing
Frost creates foggy predictions upon the pane
Detailing my untimely demise
The window is no longer my ally against this madness
Surrounding world, drowning in white
Falling flakes appear delicate, airy, soft sprinkles of crystals
Heavier than they appear, my heart is much heavier
Pure as a virgin, so beautiful, so deadly
pummeled to death from the inside
No end - must make my own
Clouds spread, beckoning calm
Door opens, blurry, hazed figures materialize, dissipate
Too late - have gone to the blizzard in my mind
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