Here I sit and here I stare .
My arms are weak
and my legs are bare.
My body shakes off
any feeling or care .
As it is numbed
by the folly
frigid air.
Snowflakes fall
upon my face
fully freezing
It into place .
My mind
is going
into the light .
For it has given
up on the fight .
my world now
fades into white .
Giving birth to
dawns early light .
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by Hayden McCain
PuisiMy poetry that I wrote while in pain with my headaches because of hydrocephalus and my shunt keep failing me . The videos are my inspirations for my poems.
