Walking down the trail,
Snow falling, freezing the world.
I can see my breath,
It's being taken from me.
I see the crystal pond,
But it's somehow changed.
It's black as night and icy cool,
Walking in, I know my end.
My soul begins to scream,
I begin to cry.
I'm going in and drowning,
Trapped under the icecap.
I'm gasping for breath,
But I can't catch it.
I'm beginning to drown,
I'm gasping for one last breath.

Natasha Foster

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gasping-for-breath/