The ice cracks. No place to run
Melted just enough
Oh, curse the sun
A downward plunge into stabbing cold
Panic stricken
Not brave… not bold
A sharp inhale for a desperate breath
Icy shards
Taste liquid death
Eyes wide shut against a flash of life
Which way is up
Why not a knife
As tearing freeze begins to fade
Shame replaces fear
One less sign obeyed
Warmth replaces a need for breath
Fade to black
Walk again with the angel of Death
© 2018
Mind Racing 9 
Pretty good attempt Scott. Amazing what you trip across when you go strolling through old files. Cheers. Allan
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Thanks, Allan. Once in a while the jumble of words gets lined up right. I’m glad I saved that one 🙂
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Yep. I put that down probably over 20 years ago. It has survived some data transfers, edits and evolution. I stumbled on it the other night and made one little adjustment to the last line. Then I decided to post it.
Glad you like it 🙂
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I like this poem 🙂 When you say “old attempt” do you mean that you wrote it a while ago?
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