water falls and ice forms
layer upon layer
stifling, choking
keeping me from feeling
a frigid survival
panic resides coiling
amongst my insides
a cold existence
finding niches within
the dark recesses
of my being
suffocation sets in
as the ice builds
causing pause
icicle restriction
stripping me of all resolve
denying me peace
limbs heavy with pressure
breaking me down
tears would be wasted
at this point
frozen upon my cheeks
mocking me for the need
to release the pressure
storming inside
always deliberately
frozen
