World To Ice Poem by Genevieve Pilat

Through the glass you look upon
The Earth and all that’s nice
Yet clouded will the glass become
And turn the world to ice.

Your lips will be a purple blue
Along with fellow peers
And every word upon your lips
Will sting like sharpen spears.

The air will freeze and it will nip
And everywhere there’s frost
And everyone will hate you all
And revenge for what they lost.

They’ll envy, hate and suffer
The ice will bring them pain
And so they’ll spread it upon you
Hoping to regain.

You will feel the pain as well
And do the exact same
For this will keep going on and on
The ice’s never ending game.

You may try to run away
And pray for all that’s nice
But you and everyone around the world
Will be swallowed by the ice.