Under ice
The sky was dark gray
like the mind of gods
bent on ending
The boy moved under
the ice and sought
hellfire for warmth
No one could hear
as the icy water
slipped over
He was rescued that day
but part of me
continues to be
buried there
looking up forever
from under ice
at the dark
gray
sky
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