By: Varun R.
I stand in the bitter cold as my teeth chatter in this desolate wasteland
I look towards the mountains glazed with snow with ruptures throughout the ground
When it turns to night I slither to a crack under my tent to preserve heat
As I wake up the climate becomes absolute zero and it is deadly to go outside
On how I wish I could be home snuggled under sheets while watching T.V
I go outside to try to find food, which has been depleted since I got here
I can’t open my mouth as it is frozen like an icicle
I crawl through the white snow as my legs start to give up
I lay in the snow with no feeling of getting back up
I manage to gain an ounce of strength and propel forward
I slump back to my tent and wait for the next day to begin
Welcome to the tundra
I loved the accurate representation and figurative language. In lines 8-end the poem was very depressed and used great figurative language to convey it, but then you got hope again in the last 2 lines.
I like the imagery, such as “I can’t open my mouth as it is frozen like an icicle” it really puts a picture in my kind