Winter At The North Pole Poem by Maclawrence Famuyiwa

How long wait again for the sun?
The stillness is starting to stun.
The cold bites since the night begun,
The warmth of the heater feels cold.
The worst cold, the forecast foretold.
So is this cold in the north pole?
A bit of patience to console...
a fervent plea to my dear soul.

Words are ice frozen in my mouth.
Ice is everywhere, yet there's drought.
I'd have died if I had gone south.
Veiled by darkness, sunlight deferred
Six months of polar nights, I heard.
Hope for survival is blurred.
Even death has a new threshold.
As many things start to unfold.