Ice Fingers

Ice Fingers

A Poem by Sarah

Ice Fingers

 

I feel the cold wind

its biting at my neck,

tearing at my clothes.

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Rub my arms for warmth,

but nothing helps me now.

Drowning in ice.

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Deep inside my core

the cold is creeping in.

Frozen fingers grasping.

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It’s got me by my spine

I’m gonna freeze and die.

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Help.

© 2012 Sarah


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A slowly seeping poem that brings the ready into the chilly atmosphere realy well. Nice write. Enjoyed.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Cold is the hardest thing to deal with. Must have cover and heat. I like the feel of the cold overtaking the body and then the mind. A good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


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