The lonely polar bear

In the chilling white
World engulfed,
The erased scenery spreads to a distance unforeseen
It is heaven, on earth, too far from heaven’s path
No clouds but snow
Not another soul- just loneliness

Left to fend for himself
He stands in despair
Where is home, in this whitened obscurity?
Where is the hope in this luminous well?
How can he be helped when washed by light
...and yet not saved?

The frost spread through bare feet, like vines
Filtering into arteries, only to grab on tight to his heart
It clutches hard to warmth
But nothing can calm the tears
The heat of the meandering flow engraves itself on his face
Until sadness will be printed on his flesh like a stamp for the world to see

And he closes his eyes
To enter the opposite world
Somehow darkness is reassuring
It is safer, affectionate, welcoming
Only the obscurity can hide the pain, the silence, and abandonment
He stands alone, surrounded by a sea of white, of black, and many more shades of loneliness