The mistakes I comitted crash back as I get older.
They are merciless, with the touch of a cold fingertip,
frosty by the virgin snow's pinch.
Like the blooming of a winter's floral, the frost blooms in every direction.
An invincible fist takes a hold of my neck, I choke, struggle and look around for eyes to hold.
Though, the more that I search, the more time flows down the river stream.
I want to scream,
my eyes bulge...
having no one...
not even time to guilt over,
desperation settles but it's too late...
I have no breath to scream.
My last wish, last thought, last breath...only longing for forgiveness.
For forgiveness is only the fire I refused a moment ago.
A pill I refused to swallow.
The cold I allowed to frost...
the fist freezes my heart to a stop.
-LovableConundrum
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