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Alex E Morris Dec 2010
While the gears turn
All thought Combines in unison
Watch all that you hate spurn
Escape what you can outrun

Things suddenly begin to crumble
Reason breaks down the ensemble
Though comfort is still at hand
The aggregations of voices are in jumble

Assumed is unaccepted
Confusion consumes the soul
But sadness isn’t expected
These feelings build and begin to toll

The gears turned
They turn no longer
Then they burned
Every time; rising stronger
Alex E Morris Dec 2010
A chilling breeze touches your face
Eye's blinded by the dusty powder

Your heart beats at an un-even pace
As if affected by the abstruse silence

Louder and louder it gets
warmth from your person exerts into the air around you
Chills run through gashes in your clothing, distinctly smelling of cigarettes
In the distace, echos of chattering and shivering
bounce back from the white, icy layers askew

A toe, Then a heel
The ghost of heat that surrounds the body is gone
Gusts of algid nothingness blow in your face by a small pinwheel
Darting pupils reveal scintillating lights,
Appearing one second and vanishing with the dawn

Something embeded in the mind, forever dormate throughout seasons,
The silence, the serenity, the solace of winter

— The End —