Ice


I stare to the air
Fallen rain now motionless,
Traps without friction.

As the ice formed on my door,
Closing in,
A light rain becomes much more,
Walls of ice coating all things,
Closing out,
chasing away the birds that sings
keeping out all those who brings;
knocking down
the walking with painful stings
as they crack the Ice with brain
filling up
with sights of stars and pain.
But in falling there’s sliding
Smooth over,
Far from my place of hiding
Lost on the sidewalk in sprawl
Walking lost,
Yet no one is here to call.
So now I must pay the price
For walking,
Now I am entombed in ice.

I stare out
Ice has captured me again,
Frozen soul.