those
    azure
         tides
     were
     mesmerizing
now
   their
       bonechilling
              waters
             are
    maleficent
and
    when
          someone
     tells us
to leave
     while we
               can
     we run
like
   hell.

Cold and lost—
I wander aimlessly;
Bonechilling rain and icy winds

It bites at my cheeks—
Wind threatening
To knock me off my feet;

I fall—
To my knees, then prone;
I cannot go on

Soaked to the bone—
Consciousness fading;
I freeze