This eerie calm
Before the storm, nerve wracking
Like a slow burning fuse of a ticking time bomb
All I can do is stand here, the thin ice slowly cracking
Chilly fingers twist around me
Wisps of my thoughts, strangling
If only I had the key
To unlock those secrets, hiding
The deep breath
Before the plunge
The stench of death
An omen I must expunge
The ice cold water reaches my soul
Slowly rising above my head
I am being sucked into this black hole
My body, filling with dread
Before I am frozen I must swim
Fear takes its grip, my eyesight clouding
This is looking grim
Will I survive or am I drowning
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Randoms
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories that don't belong anywhere else. These are my random ideas and feelings, all thrown together.
