The Snow Poem by Mel. D.

I sneak through the woods
where everything is covered in snow.
While walking as quiet as I could,
I try not to let my panic show.

The snow is so clean and cold
as it whispers promises of no return
to a horrid place called the World
where everything is painful and burns

I should not be out here;
no one knows where I have gone.
But where else can I shed my final tear
when all I want is to be alone?

The snow is so sweet and soft
as it numbs me and feels warm.
Thousands of tiny flakes held aloft
by the wind which gives them form.

I glance back in a final hope
to see if anyone will call to me.
No one is there, so with death I elope,
and in the ice I fall down on my knees.

The snow is so pretty and pure
as if flutters down from the sky.
It is a beautiful killer for sure;
what a wonderful place to die.