Wind Like A Blade Poem by Micronjan (Micron)

The wind cuts sharp along the street,
It bites my hands, it numbs my feet.
My breath comes fast in clouds of white,
Each step a fight against its might.

It blows straight through my coat and skin,
A bitter guest it lets walk in.
My shoulders hunch, my whole frame shivers,
As icy air sends endless quivers.

I walk on still, head bowed and slow,
Through frozen hours the wind won't go.
The day is cruel, the cold won't bend,
But I keep moving—end to end.