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