Caged, trapped, and all alone
With feet nailed onto the frozen ground.
My time is fleeting, and all hope is gone
With no one helping me even when I make a sound.
I reach out only for nothingness to greet me,
And Death tightens its grip on me with its bony fingers.
Was it too late for me to finally see
All the mistakes that poisoned me for the past nineteen summers?