Hurting Of Youth Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Snowbound, lost in space, left upon a frozen wasteland,
tinkling lightly, ice gently lets everyone know that
someone's passing.

Slipping, sliding, down pathways made just now, hoping
to find a new adventure to explore.

Wandering about, searching for some fun, tying knots in
places that can't be undone, traces of life gone before
anyone can find the clues they hide.

Stranded, lonely, in the middle of acres of white snow,
cold and empty, sitting within sorrow's embrace.

Knowing that life is over when the snow ceases to fall
like a blanket to cover the hurting of youth.