3rd Degree

I can’t take this

This pain

This hurt

It burns

I can’t do this

Trudging through the mud

It used to be snow

But the sun came out

All it was under was dirt

Solid dirt

That not even an anvil could dent

Solid failure

I wont do this

It’s clear

It’s ice

You can see the water

The thin, thin ice

I wont take this

Us on thin ice

We becoming you

I can’t take this

This pain

This hurt

It burns…

Author's Note

My poems follow no rules or patterns.