Human Ice Age

Moving right through life
Just like a cold breathe
Feelings frozen in childhood yet
Wandering from wight to wight
With a never changing attitude

Looking forward
Into a picture of human ice age
Looking back
Into a expanse of ruins
Remains of his lost past
Always will be in his mind

On a wave of indifference
Floating without any harm
A character lost in wallowing
To die a morbid death

In the middle of all defeat
Stark and stiff the human relic
An act as cold and dry as life
Defines his existence of all kind

As he lifts his hand
To look over his last friend
Finally admiring the strength
Of its iron algid confidence

As his whole life
Rolls up through his eye
It’s the mercy his last friend
Bestows him in the middle of the night
As only a thrilling sound
Announces the end
Of his human ice age

*Please, vote and tell me what you think, it's very important for me, because this is the first time I write about death and suicide in such a way. But no worry it was just a literary try to find out where my frontiers in writing are . :-)

Sabine