Icy Grip

Poem By chynna mccaskill

The icy grip of
Has grasped my soul and I feel cold
The sun has set on my life
And an irrepressible darkness is waiting in its wake,
Waiting to close in,
To suffocate
To crush my dreams to dust

There can be no escape
Zero hour has passed
And I have failed
To be one of them;
I’ll never be like them

The last of the doors have finally shut
And I am condemned

I feel it
Draining away from me
And I am scared
Just a girl
I’m not ready to face this darkness,
I’m not ready to leave this world
Make it stop
Pull me out of this nightmare
Will nobody save me?

When it lies so heavy on my soul
And I’m so alone

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