frost bite
skewed, distorted images
fill my vision;
I am surrounded
by colors I cannot see.
dreary, bleak,
grey is my world—
f r o z e n.
encased in of
shatter-less glass,
layers of impenetrable ice;
bound and chained down—
iron cuffs locked around
ankles, wrists, throat—
i m m o v a b l e.
- dawn
[winter-y poem 1/3]
