Icy Place Poem by Lamar Cole

Icy Place



He looked upon the frozen hell.
It had a death smell.
But the smell was sweet.
He knew that he was about to die in this icy place.
Somehow he had gotten lost.
Now he was going to pay the cost.

Sunday, February 14, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: people,places
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