11 Jul 2013 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: choking, Drowning, pressure, stress
Trapped under ice
I’m bleeding, under ice.
I can’t find the crack
Can’t breath I’m loosing track.
Splitting ice, but I can’t get out
No one hears even though I shout.
Trapped, cracking up loosing all
Can’t breath as I slip and fall.
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Jul 11, 2013 @ 22:51:11
That is scary – to be trapped under a sheet of ice
Jul 12, 2013 @ 12:31:22
That scares me too one fear I have had all my life. But I was using it as a metaphor, for stress and fear! Yet I believe in the reader finding what they want from a poem!! xx
Jul 13, 2013 @ 00:31:48
Chilling, this one. Sounds like a nightmare, with your hands seeking seeking to find that crack in the ice before your last breath passes.
Well expressed Willow, though chilling.
Jul 13, 2013 @ 05:03:51
” chilling.” great adjective for the poem, don’t you think!! Yes it is a long held fear of mine. I also wrote it as a metaphor for people paralyzed by fear trapped by emotions but I don’t care how people read it, interpret it as long as they are touched by it!! Hugs again.xx
Jul 13, 2013 @ 01:16:20
I read this as a spiritual frozen state~ the fear is always spiritual in my estimation ~ I love your heart!
Jul 13, 2013 @ 04:57:57
Thanks that is how I wrote the poem. 🙂
Jul 15, 2013 @ 00:14:20
Melt that damned ice with a hot mad anger …. er, unless that fear is protecting you. but if it is killing you melt it .—- By the by, nicely written.
Jul 15, 2013 @ 08:51:31
Thank you for your words and your wise thoughts.