I break in with the initial thought
That no part of me was wrong
Even though icy coldness drapes me in
Throwing splashes of regret and guilt
I shave off goosebumps, wet sweat
My forehead twinges as pre threat
Tears trickle down yet intactly
Am I still arrogant and haughty?
Everything of me was purely wrong
It's howsoever isn't a breakthrough
Frost nights can merely convey lesson
Let's not do it tomorrow
That lean in before it leaves..