I Feel Paralyzed

I was just really cold.

The shock of pain that runs through my body,

Is one of Winter's cruel tricks.

She blows her unloving icy wind,

Freezing my small bare hands,

Until I'm no longer aware they are mine.

  

My thoughts drift to him,

As I sit in the middle of Winter's wrath.

Nothing but a slab of concrete for an ally.

I have not seen those familiar blue eyes in many days,

Yet I'm being watched by her cold hateful stare.

 

 I hide the hands that no longer feel a part of me,

Inside the too short sleeves of my cowering jacket.

My mind races through all the reasons for his absence,

But I'm only left to sit in frozen terror of the truth.

As Winter senses my fear she magnifies her rage.

  

My legs slowly begin to betray me and fade away,

Like my hands had done so many moments ago.

Time has slowed to embrace her anger.

I can hear its taunting ticks and tocks,

 

The sluggish noise of it lingering in my ears.

 The body that had once belonged to me so few moments ago,

Stops its rebellious shivers finally giving into Winter's powerful will.

She laughs bitterly as my thoughts of him slow with the cold.

I realize that he will not come to save me as my mind finally gives into her.

 

 

I…feel…paralyzed…

Author's Note

Soooo I didn't save a lot of my poems which sucks a lot. Especially 1-800-MISSING because i really liked that one. Damn it.

Reviews

[George Love]

Very well done. I felt the room grow colder and colder as the poem progressed. A good analogy of freezing to death!