I took a stroll through the park.
That did soon make me a mark.
As I began to leave the scene,
I couldn't help but feel I was seen.
As I tried to escape that grip on me,
I began to struggle to be free.
That grip brought upon me new agony,
as I began to fight so fiercely!
It wasn't easy to shake the feeling,
(or to say I was still living);
I feel this pain so frequently
that I'm beginning to lose positivity.
The strength of a Breeze nobody can face --
not even those with the most grace --
is something that tends to go unnoticed,
and leaves someone feeling their lowest.
As the Breeze did intensify,
I knew this time I could not deny
it. This time I had lost my fight
to something so very uptight.
The Breeze had brought a sudden ease,
as I felt my skin begin to freeze.
I could not help but begin to slow,
as the freezing cold began to grow...