Wake Up

Wake Up.
The Shocking Cold greets you with icy humor,
a sharp contrast to the inviting warmth of The Bed.
But before you know it
The Dangerous Chill has wrapped its freezing tentacles
constricting Mind, Body, Spirit, and Soul
Wake Up.
The tears dripping in an inundation at the cheeks,
despite the fact of the Dreamless Unconscious.
Wake Up.
Heart throbbing and heavy,
senses awry,
Turbulent Mind in turmoil,
confounded by every day surroundings.
Wake Up.
Defenseless and lethargic,
numbed but suffering every puncture of Ruthless Anguish.
Wake Up.
No Spark. No Energy. No Life.
No More.