depression of compression. [2011]

it hits you in the coldest of winters when the snow's so deep you can't see your feet the air is thin so thin that you just breathe in and in and in... but nothing the compression on your chest cuts into your lungs and you feel the tightness of your chest growing the cold wet seeping in through the soles of your boots as the shivers travel up your spine they reach your brain and try to drag you under your nails dig into life grasping to hold on with bloody hands you find a rock that rock is your safety that rock gives you life gasping for oxygen the thin air pours into your soul hold on to that rock for that rock will get you to spring in season's time the snow will melt flowers will bloom from beneath the cold ground the air regains its nourishment and your lungs welcome it with gladness the pigments of your skin flush with color and the sun bakes the earth's crust life pours back into your eyes as light streams in through the cracks in the curtain push them aside for the morning dew brings new life

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