it fell         thats how it starts

 it  falls    and falls        until it doesnt

  a brief life

    a long              voyage

a sad end

    it stopped.

         it doesnt  move  yet somehow

       its silence        speaksvolumes

                         it stays      waiting for an

            ending that will never come

           it smothers   the bro  ken earth

     soft     yet stagnant 

        fine   and dry   like ash

each  speck  sharp     fragile  

             stinging

  a faint burn that remains

it   f l i c k e r s     

       never to   keep same

 a ghost     cold           distant

   cu  tti  ng   the  dark

  c linging    to the edge

a f  leeting glow      erased

  it pi erces

      sink deep       cant

    cant think 

 it grips the bones

                   resolute           

 a hunger that never ends

it presses down   endless

 in mass

    layer    upon layer

 no will to rise

 just          too    much    the

 ache of being buried alive

it m e   l      t         s      

   a trace of warmth lost

 the world moves on

        unmoved       unfeeling

as if it never mattered    

  it was never there

snow.