Frozen

Frozen.
laying on the floor,
lights are dimming,
hands are cold.
my sleeves are tore.
I feel the ceiling creeping towards me
enclosed,stuck,airless,
its getting hard to see.
red warmth smothers the fresh cut,
fading away,
slowly
my eyes shut.
flashes of memories rush through my mind,
like a Disbelieving dream
my self sentence is declined.
lights come on,my eyes open
keep breathing he says,
i still feel frozen.




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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am from Jacksonville Florida, born and raised. I have been writing poetry and short stories since the age of 12. Some are sweet and some are not so sweet.


Last updated March 05, 2015