Ice

Dying

Slipping over the ice, drowning under the water, 

I swear I broke the ice, I swear it melted to water 

My clothes got soaked, my mind was shattered, 

my clothes were tattered, and then I lost my mind 

And there's nothing like freezing in the glacier,

there's nothing like lungs getting fat with liquid 

Maybe I'll be saved, saved one day from the cold, 

maybe I'll be saved, saved one day from the frost 

Author's Note

Feedback appreciated!

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

You described the meaning of this piece; dying – maybe it’s me – but my thought process cried out ‘Cryogenics’
That branch of physics and engineering that involves the study of very low temperatures, how to produce them, and how materials behave at those temperatures.

I was thermally impressed by your take on ice!