I'm not sure where the inspiration to write this poem came from, but I actually rather like it. I hope you do too. It's about the snow and... loneliness? Despair?
It is also the first poem I have written in this type of format.

The snow

covered the land.

A white blanket

upon the


Like skeletons in the closet

it hid the secrets

of the world.

My secret?

I watched

and often

I wished I could lie

under the snow –

under that blanket of snow –

to simply forget

my life

and freeze.

To never again

wake to see the


The End

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