Under

fall under the sheets
of water and ice
the cold that collects you
is not your own.

its bitter with the ice
of others pices of broken hearts
all dumped together
in this lake filled with the broken.

the stench of fear
that clings to every scrap of the life
buried under the ice.
to lie there forever

now its your turn.
to take the plunge
with no return ahead
and nothing of worth behind

down you fall into the abyss
of all broken things
shattered pices of all.
you have a place to fall

under the surface
with no hope
let the air be taken
and your life fade

sink to the bottom
under the weight of all
things old and broken,
here you stay for good.