In The Gray Blizzard

In The Gray Blizzard

By Jack Beaulieu
Seventh-grader
Presque Isle Middle School
In the Gray Blizzard everything dies,
Everything has to leave this world at one point,

In the Gray Blizzard.
In the Gray Blizzard it is not snow that falls,
It is the delicate pieces of life that fall,
In the Gray Blizzard.
In the Gray Blizzard everything still living feels excruciating pain
For what was once their brown haired little boy,
In the Gray Blizzard.

In the Gray Blizzard there are such things as walking skeletons,
All with the same hopeless look on their faces,
In the Gray Blizzard.
In the Gray Blizzard there are no candles to light the way of life,
There are only lanterns of despair to force you to death,
In the Gray Blizzard.
In the Gray Blizzard young children huddle for warmth with their parents telling
Them the life, “It’s going to be alright.”
In the Gray Blizzard.

In the Gray Blizzard hope is always battling reality,
A thought which should never even have been thinkable,
In the Gray Blizzard.
In the Gray Blizzard there is no such thing as happiness or faith,
In the Gray Blizzard.
In the Gray Blizzard such horrid things lurk in the Hellhole of a place,
Unimaginable things roam,

In the Gray Blizzard.