Frigid Poem by Pierre Pabstel

Frigid



Minus fifty
Blinded by snow
Lost in the cold
With no where to go

Alone here
In the endless white
On the horizon
Approaches dark night

Wandering
The Great Expanse
The arctic freeze
I walk in trance

With only minutes left
My time I bid
I die out here
My body frigid

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Pierre Pabstel

Pierre Pabstel

New Brunswick, Canada
Close
Error Success