The Siege
Life is getting sadder by the day.
In our tiny town,
winter has devoured summer
suddenly and swiftly
as the wolf devours the sheep.
A fresh killed rabbit leaves
a trail of warm blood
on the virgin snow.
People worn down like stone'
numbed like broken branches.
The puny warmth yearned for
kindles consistent chills.
A tyrant has taken
over our town.
Will anyone remember us
or even care when this
ceaseless weather has covered
forever this once euphoric town?
Copyright © Allen Beilschmidt Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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