Into The Frigid Poem by Adelina Amare

I will never forget that cold December night.
A thick veil of clouds obstructed the moonlight;
A gray wall surrounding the sky, confining all of its beauty.
Black was all that we could see.

The wind was cold and fierce, making the night feel colder.
She sat broken on the road's shoulder.
I stood at her side, not certain what to do.
A shudder passed through me when I saw you.

I cannot fall apart, not right now,
Not when she is beginning to drown.
Sorrow, frigidness, and darkness pull her under
As lightning crashes down, filling the world with the angry sound of thunder.

I felt myself drowning with her, but I fought to stay afloat.
Endeavoring to bring her to the surface, I touched her arm, blanketed by her coat.
I could not look at her face, for I knew I would shatter.
Me remaining composed right now greatly matters.

I must help her during this plight, be here for her through this bleak time.
To do this, I need to not lose my mind.
Yet how can I warm the frigid for her if there's a frigidness within me too?
How can I help her if I can barely keep my dark emotions subdued?

I fell with her into the deep, dark, cold ocean,
Surrounded by a tempest of emotions.
The only thing that can warm us is hope; hope that you will be okay,
Which can be the start of a fire that may burn bright someday.