Snow

The snow is chilling upon my boots,

Scraping the skin above them raw,

If I ignore it I can keep going,

A grim smile plasters itself upon my lips,

The day had started out fine,

Now it’s just me and the endless white,

The Arctic air entering my lungs burns,

My vision, long since blurred, deepens the fuzz,

If only I had listened to that little voice in my head,

The voice that warned me I was headed toward disaster,

It’s too late to save me now,

Even now my legs are stiffening up,

I lost feeling in my feet hours ago,

I won’t stop though,

Oh no,

I can’t.