White Out

The snow has started falling harder. All the world
Is locked away. There is no sound without,
No valley, no road in it leading back to town,
No way to leave this cabin for the lifeline that is
Gone. The clock's ticks seem suffused
With menace. I never have been so desolate
As I am now.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-09 at 17:40

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Ah, the final line and the desolation it speaks about! Excellent!

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
powerful imagery!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
You paint a bleak and scary picture that to some might seem beautiful. Like you describe, I would feel the isolation and inability to get out before the beauty.
Well done.