Frigid

Your resentment bites as the frigid sea In a frozen arctic land. The initial encounter brings agony That no human could sainly withstand. The breath from my lungs is harshly exhaled, And goose bumps plague my pale skin. The pain that your anger first had unveiled Is replaced by a numbness within. My muscles are stiff, I can no longer fight This war that you have begun. I try to yell out and curse you despite The fact that my struggle is done. Your bitter words have no more control. This death will free my broken soul.