Devour

Numbing chills
Consume my being.
Is this real?
Is this what I will know
Forever?
Caught in this
Ever sinking quick sand–
I can not move,
Or it will
Overtake me.
Devour me.
Consume me.
At times, I can feel it–
Breathing down my back;
Whispering into my ear,
“Drown it all out.”
“Shut it all out.”
“Feeling nothing.”
This battle, I am loosing–
As numbing chills
Consume my being.
-6/23/11