The Cracking Of The Ice

The moment has come and gone, still, it persists. I’ve tried to forget-I’ve tried to resist. The ice is calling me again. Its voice never ends. That faint memory of death. Taken in slowly with each and every breath. The icy waters hold. With warm embracing cold. I clawed for the surface if just for a moment. The depths pulled swiftly and tightly; I felt its aloneness. The thing I remember most about my last night. Was the sound that echoed from the cracking of the ice. It’s winter as once before. And of this, you can be sure. If you listen to the night. You’ll hear me falling through the ice.

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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1 Response to The Cracking Of The Ice

  1. Gadget Girl 71 says:

    Such moving words.

    Liked by 1 person

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