English 11 poem response

So cold.
Dimming the soft thruming light.
Freezing the warmth.
Let go.
Pull back.
Tendrils creep up
winding ever tighter.
Pull back.
Almost hear the clangs
of the chains that bind.
Thoughts
falter
before the flashing lights.
Eyes enthralled on the riveting images
Pull back.
Cannot.
Resistance is futile.


Poem response to the Pedestrian........