The Storm Creative Writing

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I stood on the ground and it crumbled away as if it wasn't there. My reality, my dreams gone. A lone rose in the snow, a frozen cage. I pray and pray but the snow never goes away. Secluded in a blizzard without mittens, the only warmth is from ashed cigarettes the ice age only exists in my head, it's summer time outside, lies so cold i become numb to the ice. I say i hate the snow but im addicted. When i try to escape the storm i go back in. it's what i know. The storm doesn't lie the sun brings heat and it won't snow. I live in my brain, my igloo,my solitude where i can be alone in the snow. But ve been walking on eggshells and got frostbite toes, i'm tired of tiptoeing to please the others until i realize that i'm alone. The flower frozen

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