Forty Flakes Of Snow

Harsh conditions in a town so cold.

Bitter winds blow through this town

This town in which I know

Streets of ice are hand-me-downs

They never want to go

The air is still, damp and chilled

Which raps around your throat

Tries to suffocate your will

This deadly isotope

Sky shades gray like wolves at play

With thoughts not memories

Qickens pace to seize each day

Like whispers in the breeze

Feel it's wrath and tremble as

It gathers down below

Covers up a troubled past

With forty flakes of snow

Written by: RJL ( Z I P ) The Poetry Chef