Numb

ice

swathed in its barren
landscape
the desolate wind
moans
its lament to the
emptiness
its chill
that
of nothingness
only dull
gray
skies
and the ice
stretching out into eternity

there used
to be meadows
green life
running riot
amongst its coloured
siblings
the warmth a balm
to all pains

now there’s only ice

Tracy Hantke is a grade eleven student who enjoys music, writing, nature in general, and a few sports. She is intelligent (no, she's not conceited), and is just ecstatic that she is almost done grade eleven. Thank you God.

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