Winter Hell

by Timothy   Feb 14, 2020

The frigidity takes me, and leaves me breathless,
Scurrying around me, leaving me defenseless;
I fight for feeling, and I beg for warmth,
But there's nothing but a dying ember henceforth.

The chill begins to envelope, taking hold,
This cocoon of disparity, becomes a tomb of cold;
The numbness is akin to a disembodied spirit,
And my mind is too succumbed to even fear it.

Collapsing, crumbling, the icy tower falls,
To the frozen earth, one becomes all;
The last of the heat escapes from the mortal shell,
Forever destined to the winter hell.


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