Tristan Robert Lange

unexpected snowfall

the scene is quite picturesque
as the snow falls silently,
the white stillness
deafening.
flake
     by
     crystalized
          flake
       falls
   effortlessly
           to
the fluff-encrusted ground,
blanketing the earth
with an isolating,
haunting
pall.
      the
   silence is
          appalling
      even as
             it is
        appealing;
a misanthropic heaven
that forever begets a
codependent’s
hell.
      the
          snow
  falls harder,
            faster,
         quiet-
      er
than it ever has before,
deepening the cold,
icy solitude’s
hollowed
tomb.
      we
   were
      all mute
    within
     the
  womb.
the silence of the storm
brings the need to
scream aloud;
nobody
ever
     hears.
   the
      snowflakes
    fall
            upon
    bedazzled
       eyes
and deaf ears that won’t hear
the screams of those
suffering outside
their pretty
window
pane.
 
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