the bite, bites deep
I am bound and chained to a very tight leash
Now the stillness hangs lifeless in the air
Icy tentacles grope, grab and squeeze
My breath is taken away, I do decree..
Darkness has snuffed out the warming light
the trembling fear has started to begin
the hand of death has taken away all of life
goose bumps run up and down my skin
bearing its sharp teeth, ready to bite
it has my insides like a twisted knot
I feel ready to run, take off in flight
so I am fused in this one very spot
This gloominess goes by many a name
Its strength its mighty then might
wrapped in a shroud of icy pain
but I am not ready to stand up to fight
from the grey clouds of much distain
blows the cold wind and the pouring rain
Copyright © Markus Jay | Year Posted 2024
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