A crunch with each step,
Sounds dismally from the snow,
Almost like it lacks the will...
To fight back…
Or any will at all.

Pale flakes descend from the clouds,
As you just continue onwards.
“Keep moving,” an automated thought,
“perhaps it will distract from the pain.”
Perhaps…

You feel like crumpling in a heap,
Like giving in and diminishing into the ground.
You feel like falling to your knees,
Like weeping until your tears turn to ice,
Becoming chilled jewels in the barren field of white.

Voices seem to call out,
Either from your mind or the bitter wind...
It’s difficult to tell.
They speak of past sorrows and tales,
Words meant for a eulogy, not conversation.

Long brown hair blows across your face,
As you just trek on into a bleak abyss,
Following the sounds of fate into the mist,
A fantasy of such grave proportions,
If one would call it that.

The horizon is nearly empty,
The exception being a lone, charred tree.
Standing in the foggy distance,
so sympathetically, a woeful sight.
Yet only one to show perspective, not to change it.

Your vision blurs, the glimmer of the sun dims.
As your body involuntarily begins to give in,
Your heart then begins to number its struggled beats.
The cycle then starts to close…
as the barred gates of your mind begin to open.

You can feel yourself collapsing,
Each breath you take makes you shudder more than the last...
A silence more ominous than that in a casket follows,
As your thoughts begin to slow,
And surreal images flood your mind.

They flow through your thoughts,
Like a thread delicately being woven,
Into such an immaculate piece of cloth.
Taming the viciousness that is your consciousness.
Bringing you to a settling peace…

A pear blue sea is all that is visible,
Stretching out all the way to the lucid horizon.
Ripples flow from beneath your bare feet,
With such meaningful tranquility.
A gasp escapes your phantasmal lips as you glance upwards,
And see every single star in the sky,
Each planet, each nebulae, each strange glow...
Each shard of mystifying darkness.
Every piece of existence seems to fall into place…
Things change, and hide… the unexplainable all in one prospect,
The visage of perfection.
Each visible aspect more beautiful than the last.
Each calming the beast of doubt.
And soothing eternity…