Blindsided/Dumbfounded
Moments of numbness, replaced by a blast.
Icy cold fingers grip my chest - I gasp.
It's heat of summer; No wind in sight.
Just icy coldness of things not right.
No words can form; No thoughts set upright.
All is a jumble; My throat is knot tight.
Nothing can free; Culpability.
Denigrates dignity; Evil agrees.
No way to erase, fathom - explain.
How to go forward - enshrouding such pain.
Loss of all focus; Struggling to gain
Release from coldness; Icy coldness and pain.
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