Companion

The chill in the air Can’t be mistaken I can feel my soul Being over-taken Cold fingers, like ice Close in on my throat Can’t remember the Last words I wrote The distraction hits Can’t concentrate A cool blade… I contemplate It settles in I’m bitter So many thoughts To consider Can’t focus The fingers squeeze Each drip of hope From me with ease I fall in darkness The weight sets in My chest, it hurts Can’t breathe again It clouds my vision A veil of gray I can only hope It goes away But it lingers In my memory And never will it Truly leave… CEC 9-8-13 6:43pm