Antarctica

You scream soundlessly, 

You are a landscape of nothing. 

You are in control, 

Though everything is chaos. 

You are the end of the earth, 

Always there, never reachable.,

And yet you have footprints  

That taint your skin. 

You are the conductor, 

Keeping the orchestra in harmony. 

You are the forces united

Against the storm of invasion. 

You are a place of barren isolation, 

Cold, dark, lonely. 

The wildlife is your only company, 

Otherwise, you stand alone. 

You cry out in frustration, 

Though you never seem to be heard. 

You are Antarctica.