Crimson Snow

This is a more... depressing one.

Liquid stains the crimson snow,

Striking from fates violent, fatal blow,

The dark pines around me begin to swirl,

Cold air passing through me begins to slow,

The reddened shard of ice clammers to the ground,

As I make my last bed in the crimson cloud.

Author's Note

I just want to say, suicide is never the answer. There are so many people who are here for you.

Reviews

[Zach]

Very well written and amazingly powerful. I feel as if the fifth line could use a bit of rewording. It feels a bit clumsy. An impressive poem, all in all.

[Tamika]

I really like this poem. It is written beautifully. Well done.