A Poem that Doesn’t Deserve a Title

Tesa Greenside, Poet

Everything is cold

Everything is dead

Nothing is moving

Nothing seems alive

The snow falls slowly

Hitting the faces of the couple

As they argue about their future

Winter had never been so cold

They turned what seemed so beautiful

Into something so ugly and unwanted

Who knew they held so much power

Winter seemed so hateful

Everything is cold

Everything is dead

Nothing is moving

Nothing seems alive

The snow fell harder

As their argument grew colder

It was now a blizzard

Why so much hatred?

Snow is supposed to be beautiful

Each snowflake different

But now, it seemed snowflakes didn’t matter

Clumped together making them ugly

Everything is cold

Everything is dead

Nothing is moving

Nothing seems alive

Winter is dead

Winter is ugly

To the couple arguing

About their never possible future