Ice Fingers

Ice Fingers

 

I feel the cold wind

its biting at my neck,

tearing at my clothes.

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Rub my arms for warmth,

but nothing helps me now.

Drowning in ice.

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Deep inside my core

the cold is creeping in.

Frozen fingers grasping.

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It’s got me by my spine

I’m gonna freeze and die.

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Help.

Reviews

[Trish D.]

A slowly seeping poem that brings the ready into the chilly atmosphere realy well. Nice write. Enjoyed.

[Coyote Poetry]

Cold is the hardest thing to deal with. Must have cover and heat. I like the feel of the cold overtaking the body and then the mind. A good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote