• poetry_within 5w

    Hiems Ignes

    Ashes fall outside my window,
    The world is burning in embers of sleet.
    I try to fight it, to keep fall here,
    but winter seeps into the softened ground.

    The air is sharp upon my lungs,
    I wear a mask, but the daggers pierce through it.
    Jack Frost knocks upon my door,
    I try to hide but he seeps through the cracks.

    My house is crumbling and I am inside,
    No way out, all exits are frozen shut.
    The plants begin to wither,
    The animals migrate,
    And I am left with no choice but to hibernate.