An Old Attempt at Poetry

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

2 thoughts on “An Old Attempt at Poetry

  1. 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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