Ice Grip

Constricted Breathing

If life is heat and death is cold

Why do I feel the icy tendrils of life

Wrap around my throat and choke me

At night I hope for the fire to come;

The embers to catch

and ignite my heart

My frozen soul is screaming

Each breathe squeezed 

Against my chest

I lay my head down

and wait for non-existent rest

Reviews

[Tina Louise UK]

Well expressed, I know the feeling ... :) x

[Charlie McEwan]

Thank you. :)