Blizzard..

What happens to thoughts unspoken?
To sentences never written?
In naivety I once believed, they'd just pass by
Lingering briefly, then forgotten

But how wrong was I..
Hah. How damn naive!
Though seemingly ephemeral like flakes of snow,
In gradual numbers they'll continue to grow
And grow..
And grow..

Until pile upon pile has filled this body, mind, and soul.

Leaving both actions and emotions,
To lose the power to live at all
And start to rot like the leaves of Fall.

Until pile upon pile has frozen this body, mind, and soul.

And yet,
I dare not let them melt.
Not now. Please, not just yet.

For I fear that pile upon pile will drown this body, mind, and soul.
And yours as well...