In doubt, I float face-down,
Drowing in what might be.
I'm frozen in anxiety,
Only able to snatch rasps of air
Through my barely parted lips.
Snow is cold,
But these nights are colder.
Fireplaces can't melt
The callus on my soul.
I can't tell the difference
Between my friend or foe.
I'm caught in the riptide
And sinking far below.
