If you are reading this, I am more than grateful. It means a lot for choosing to read the little poems I have made. I want to try and share this to people, at least a little piece of me I want to show you all.
A Piercing Release
Trapped under the ice of impending death.
A frosty chill that hits you like a vice.
You sit and you wait in your prison of ice.
The Grim Reaper's so close you can smell his breath.
You're miserable waiting to die like a fool,
And your feelings are numb from losing all care.
It becomes hard to breathe...you struggle for air.
You sense the quick swipe of Death's sharpened tool.
Alas! it is over, you feel no more pain.
No more concern for the torturous rain.
That coldness is now gone; you are no longer caught.
You've waited and stalled, but no time has been bought.
So smile, you're dead, and your life is through.
Your suffering is over --Life has released you.
