My Wintry Prison

Wintry cold embeds itself inside my gooseflesh skin,

I wake up to the purple cold that sticks me like a pin,

everywhere is icy and the room is filled with black,

 

I know that I will die here,

unable to defend,

The night are growing colder,

as the days will turn to night,

the aching of my soul inside,

is trying to warm me up,

 

My heart a fragile piece of work is frozen just as well,

I fear that soon the pain will force it all to swell,

My heart may shatter into pieces with its fragile frozen self,

Maybe I'll remember what had lied upon that shelf.

And as a streak of sunlight rains in and sets on my face

I get the strength to open my eyes for just a little taste,

 

the door has opened,

I am free,

because of the girl that's helping me

 

The warmth is back,

my skin's not black,

it's coming back to me.

 

I am alive again,

because you set me free,

I am out of the icy prison

cause the warmth's been missing me.

Author's Note

Dedicated to the Book "Ice and Insanity" by Mary

Great book so far and this poem is just one of the characters begginings in the depths of a world they never knew existed right below their feet. I encourage you to read te book if you have not. and I hope you like my poem.

Reviews

[sarcastic]

didn't feel like reading so i skimed it sounded ite:)

[chaotic katie]

love it

[Matthew J. Price]

you guys should put one whole book of poems together, u both can write in multiple moods. keep writing :P

[Mary]

I loved it! Thanx so much for the dedication, you wrote this very well:)

[deeps]

This is quite the powerful write here.
Setiing yourself free from chains that bind.
This is wonderful and very well written.