Lying on creaking ice.
Frostbite stricken hair.
Skin turning blue as the centuries pass.
Fingers clenched between my teeth,
Fingernails carving a crater on my tongue,
Tasting every bit of blood.
Crouched and weak.
Wide eyes fiercely gazing
At the faint memory of laughter.
Patiently waiting for a daydream to realise.
Until the time comes to unfreeze this hardened soul.
I will lie here crying hope.