Heart
There’s something in the air.
Literally.
There is hate.
Malediction hanging and falling in slates of ice.
It is ruthless.
Mean.
Destructive.
Children call it snow.
Fools.
The loathing trials haven’t even begun
Until it hits the ground.
The first flake.
Signals reproach and shame
Upon the skies above.
Painfully beautiful.
Roads coated with vengeance.
Slick.
Deceptive.
Unclear.
Where to drive
What to see
What to know
Places you’ve traveled before.
Unrecognizable in its grip.
Betrayed.
Hurtful.
No one stops.
No one cares.
No one looks.
Before the crash.
Flashing lights,
Red,
White,
Blue,
Everywhere.
Dodge the scene.
Can’t look away.
Calling loved ones.
They’re okay.
Breathing.
Waiting.
Rushing thoughts.
Nervous beating.
Heart.
Slow.
Steady.
Persevere.
The night will end.
Gone.
This poem was inspired by last night’s snow storm, an approximated three inches! I was driving home with my father dear, and suddenly poetic thoughts streamed through my mind. They forced their way out altogether by themselves, and this is what became of it! Funny how you become a tool to your imagination.
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