Snow

The cold feels familiar when shes not around.

Snow. 

Falls too fast to determine the footprints in the ground

Me.

Too afraid to make a sound

She.

Knows whats on my mind, the vision is soo profound.

Emotions running amok, every notion pronounced as hazardous

Has it ever happened half as bad as they make it sound?

Have you ever been Trapped; Alone, With no direction to be found?

The silence alone is enough to put you down.

But im used to it.

Because shes still not around.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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