Tell me what you think of my (sad ) poem.
I look around yet I see no faces. As I breath in the air it seems to get colder and harder to stand. Id like to go inside yet I cannot even drag myself to move. I stand paralyzed with clouds the color of murky water approaching. I hear strong winds coming yet I have no choice but to stand their and let the cold slowly take over my body until I wake up ,breathing hard, heart pumping ,I quickly get up and slowly forget my dream, for that is only how it goes.