Frozen

It was harshly beautiful;

the way it cascaded down pleasantly.

To enjoy it was a lofty hobby.

From down here;

I only shed a tear.

It's so cold-

I can barely taste my tongue.

I can hear my blood pumping;

my heart beating;

trying to keep me awake. 

It's so cold.

If only I could light a fire-

light myself on fire. 

It burns now-

cruelly and bitingly. 

Oh to be safe and warm-

not to feel the sting

to not have it cling-

to my soul-

weighing it down.

Until I'm sinking in the cool darkness.

So cold-

So tired.