Confined

Cold closes to confine,
binds in its grip
to rip the seams
of sanity's screams, as
loneliness looms
to trip and fuse, amusing
masses who rant...

abuse.

Splitting pains stroke
stains in tears,
as fear finds reason
to grow and fall
and sears in sorrows,
drip to drown,

cascade upon
this soul with dread.

No reaching hand
beseeching peace,
nor tissues dabbed
to aid release,

just chill on bone
to sap all will, as
solitary existence
haunts to dwell.

How well these feelings
flame to feed
an inner need to
grieve and die,

as saline fades
to submerge too soon,
in darkness...

gone,

in bowels of doom.