Despite the cold. Poetry of winter survival.

We huddle

As the snow falls relentlessly,
bundling us in its frigid embrace
we huddle together for warmth
within the shell of our half-sunken skyscraper,
as we inch our way around each other,
keeping vigil through the long winter nights.

Despite the cold, we refuse to give in
to the darkness that awaits us outside
and instead, fight on through the snowstorm
trying to make it until Spring comes again.

As the days grow shorter and darker,
we all begin to lose hope
that we'll be able to make it through
this long, dark Winter.
But even in our darkest moments,
we continue to fight on
and hope that one day, Spring will come.

For in the midst of all this darkness,
we can still find light and hope through these Winter storms.

Cold

The cold, hard rain beats against the window panes
And sobs and wails echo through the broken glass
The lights flicker and die as power is lost
Loneliness creeps in like an icy hand
Days stretch into weeks, weeks turn into months
With no end in sight, it seems this Winter storm will last forever

Howling wind

The wind howls and the rain batters against the windows;
the cold, relentless water creeping up through floorboards and cracks.
In this city of ruin, all is dark and wet;
the only light coming from the bonfires burning in the ruins,
a few solar lights dimly glowing through windows in the distance.
We huddle together for warmth, each one trying to keep alive;
our thoughts turn to home and what we have left behind.

This was a poetic tale from the city of Lazarus, A dystopian metropolis half sunken in the sea, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney ai browser applications, inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a young woman ("the narrator") and her daily life surviving in the ruble of the modern world.
I am adding individual poems to a collection that I plan on eventually publishing into an ebook.

Thank you for reading.

💔Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian City of Lazarus: