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Frozen







It's hard, and cold. The air seizes between my lungs.

 I cannot breathe. Am I alive? How can I be sure?

Time has stopped, that the warmth I knew has gone.

I'm frozen, frozen in the hell of my own making.

Am I alone?

Trapped in a web.

Have I lost, lost the very foundation of my being?

How did it come to this?

Should I even question how? Deep down I know why but the denial weighs heavily over me.

The air that I once breathed is chilled and fills my lungs with sharpness.

In and out over and over with caution. I try to breathe but am drowned.
……………………………………………….

Its been some time now and the sting that I once felt stopped.

I think this cold suits me well. Others can see it now to, in my voice and my actions.

Who is this person I've become.

My thoughts are empty, my feelings emotionless. 

I'm surrounded by emotional beings but I find myself alone. 

I'm surrounded. 

Surrounded by the city noises but I'm frozen.

Has my core been shaken so violently that I'm now empty?

An unsettled entity with no love or happiness?

My heart is cold. I am bitter now. I am broken.

Forever Frozen...…


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