Poetry / Poets

Below Zero by J.K. Durick

This is
as inhospitable
as the world gets –
frozen out
like this,
the cold shoulder,
the icy stare.

This is
foreign territory
alien terrain –
unwelcoming,
aloof,
indifferent
in its distance.

This is
as forbidding
as the world gets –
as bleak,
as barren,
hostile,
alarming.

This is
an unexplored
circle of hell
a bottomless pit
emotionless,
friendless,
empty.

This is
how it will end –
not with fire
but with
this
closing in
from all around.

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