Loneliness

Upon this iceberg

My feet freeze, numbing cold
Shocks,

Frost over my bones.

This vacuum encapsulates me,
takes with it any light, but
it is a chamber of my own design.

White ice turned blue from the sun.
Already set,

so do I shiver and shake, with each
convulsion
cleaving off a slice of my Island.

I now see the precipice
which is my past, present, and
future: A bleak cliff over crashing water

The air
Sucked from my lungs faster than I can draw it in

In this void I now hear.
     Whispers,
or is that just me?