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Poetry I am not walking on thin ice
I have already fallen through
Fallen in and choked on water
Now i'm trying to climb out of this sub-zero lake
But im stuck in this block of ice
Squirming and struggling to crack the ice
To break free of its deadly grip,
The ice is sinking lower and lower
Sad to know that it's my own hands
Pulling me down to the lake bottom
Choking me and sqeezing me
Dragging me down to life's end
But I can't give up or i'll lose my life
Watch it ebb away like my last breath
I have to climb out of this dark abyss
For I keep getting pulled farther down
One wrong move and i'll sink to the bottom
Never to rise again to the top
But if i do just right ill slowly float up
Never again to be surrounded by darkness
"Can I do what's imagined?"
"Can I do what's expected?"
"Can I do what I need to do?"
"Or will I be stuck here forever?"
Sinking to the bottom surrounded by ice
Praying to see the sky's light
Watching my last breath ebb away
Freezing in this dark abyss
It's Your Life
Only you can change it. This is the routine, the completeness of all there is. We all want there to be more, but our lives are our lives crated with our hands. And so, we sink (and are frozen). Nice write.