We are all broken inside
A sliver of humanity
                                                                                  Shattered
Hiding the truth from us
And pelting words
                                                         --Curses--
Bidding us to use them
In all our haste.
                            We condemn ourselves to our own fates.

It feels like standing
On the edge
With a choice to fall
Or stand.
But either way
The depths cannot be suppressed.

It is exhilarating
And feared, just waiting
For the crash at the bottom.

It burns-- Immensely
     Unclear why the pain is so bad.
Why does it feel this way--
     Locked up but
The treasurer owns nothing,
     Feeling the weight of
Other's unknown thoughts--
     The new pain
Mixes with the old,
     Devouring all in an
Unchanging harmony of this life.

Frozen tundra,
Snowflake plains,
Like frozen fingers
Reaching out--
Choking the warmth
From the air.

The water breathed ice
In the stagnant air,
The puffs clawing
At unyielding flesh.
It turns red and raw,
Thawing into the impenetrable winter.