Ice for years

He is trapped behind ice

Been this way for so long

His muscles finally work up the strength to raise a fist

A signal of drowning but a cry for help

He pounds against the ice, a single crack shows

Lips parted in a silent scream for years

Frozen in that permanent state of icy disposition

Passerbys see the crack but claim it is not big enough

But what is?

Does he have to shatter before they take out the glue?

He saves his strength

To warm him and keep him alive

But with no new cracks being made the passerbys say he's fine

So he is frozen still, under ice and under warmth

That place between death and life

Weeks and weeks between the passerby who holds a flame

That gentle heat giving him hope

Maybe if he takes it, holds onto each lick of warmth

It will build up in his mind enough that he can melt the ice

But for now, he is trapped behind ice