The brisk winter's wind
frigid against my face
The gentle water's edge
calming my numb fingertips
My body going rigid
as the piercing wind
bites at my toes
Burning at the sensation
of ice against my flesh
My throat tightens
air constricting
needing to be able to breathe
I can feel myself slowly wasting
crumbling away
My searing eyes closing
the want to fight diminishing
My last thoughts
are had alone
As they should be