White Death

By: Rachel Karner

Daring to yearn for freedom as
the doors of your prison open
the view of white death before you
all of your small hopes broken
standing in a door between hell’s
cold fingers brush your skin
beautiful death covers the hills
wait for a new torment to begin
a terrible fate and broken will
not wanting to endure the pain
will the white death soon melt?
Will warmth and life come again?