lonely desperate frozen done

wet ice air, grey sky, no sun

throbbing truck horns everywhere

empty longing, crazed despair

threats external, threats within

terror without sense of sin

sick need for attention, love

danger from below, above

rushing cruel from every side

more pain-filled news, loved one has died

now days ago, yet still no tears

dried up by . . . something — endless fears

have maybe blocked that pointless flow?

horrorshock just seems to grow

blow by blow and hour by hour

finished now, no guts, no power

can't make a change, can't think, can't act

curtain down, cue final act.