Ice

I have been stranded alone on an icy barren desert isolated from society.
I sometimes listen to the husking wind, and the occasional crashes from the ice breaking.
I haven’t felt warmth from the protecting sun to cover my eyes and take me away from this slow and painful icy death.
Sometimes I wish someone would find me and take me out of this prison.
I wish someone cared enough to look for me in this thick layer of snow.
All I do is lay out in the open, calling for help.
But no one comes.
When I feel the frost cover more of my body, and I can feel less and less each day.
I close my eyes and wait for my glacial death.