Feeling

Burning through my veins; my heart is pumping

Striving through the breeze; my chest is puffing

I can’t control this.  Don’t try to fix this.

You don’t know what I’m dealing.  I just have this feeling.

Walking alone during this winter bliss, in my red velvet dress.

Watching the snow melt as I pass, wondering about my life that didn’t last.

My heart is weak.  The air is not healing.

Seeing the entrance of a rusty gate; will it open to my true fate?

I need this force to break when I have this feeling.