Icy WindA Poem by CalebA narrative sonnetIcy WindWhy I’ve stopped I do not know, Far from sight or thing to hear. Perhaps to get water from a stream’s flow, But no sound of water hits my ear. An icy wind envelopes me, Closer I pull my fur coat. Maybe I’m here to be free, But the cold is now in my throat. Now all I feel is a numbing pain, I could just turn back to where I came. Where the work is done in lock and chain. Where those who slack are punished by fire’s flame. It’s too late now, the cold has secured its grip, But this icy grave is far better than facing the whip... © 2018 CalebAuthor's Note
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Added on March 26, 2018 Last Updated on March 26, 2018 AuthorCalebWoodland, WAAboutI'm a freshman in high school and like experimenting with writing styles more..Writing
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