Frostbitten

Written on 9-6-10

The snow grips to the earth

As a sickened child grips to life

And covers the once green grass

To freeze it over until the light of day

Returns to give its warmth

White, all white

Some grays, pale blues

But all white

As I walk this faithless day,

There is nothing to see

Two feet ahead, nor two feet back

The gloom sets in

As the grays, pale blues, and whites set in

There is a jewel of red

This red is blood

And forward on there is a hand

In the falling snow

But not of the living lust

They are gone, lifeless

Ended in pure misery

I dig in snow and slush to find

A mere child, dead in the streets

Murdered in this frozen day

A knife to the spine

To be left paralyzed

In a gutter

Scared to her last breath

Unable to move, or even see

A tragedy at its line

The fallen had nothing

Nothing to truly say they lived

So young, such a precious life

Each stitch unraveled at the seam

Her blood lay around her

As if a bold aura

To say the heart was done

Every muscle, every thought

Was gone and forever lost

Only she knew her pain and suffering

Only she knew

So as I sit in the snow

Next to this body

I wonder why

Why did this happen?

Why did no one here her screams?

Or did they hear

And decide nothing was the answer

How cruel this world has become

To leave a child to die alone

Her last remembrance of this world

Was the snow she laid face-down in

Through her clear blue eyes

Lays the darkness

Her eyelids lay shut

Hands laying out

Legs slightly bent

Neck on an angle

While her head is in a pillow of snow

And her body is left frostbitten.