landscape-76835_1280You stand deep in the snow.

You walk in the circular path

around the cracked ice on the lake,

the water underneath like black quartz.

You look around the frozen tundra and see him,

a weeping man on the thin ice.

He sees you and runs.

You yell but it’s too late.

The world slows as the ice shatters

underfoot. He stumbles,

you see the fear in his blazing sea green eyes.

“Help,” they seem to say but it’s too late.

He plunges into the ice cold water

and I know in my heart it’s too late to stop it.

By Max, 9th Grade

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