Ice cold heart

hundreds of miles
snow and sleet
hands dead numb,
frost bitten feet

thoughts insane,
roaming in vain,
what could be found
in these frozen plains

hoping to disappear in
icy lakes, blackened trees
perhaps to be found dead
in satin hell freeze

purpose and aim
with certainty unknown
one day wished to
walk on my own

tired of people,
tired of things
joy, pain, responsibility
mundanity brings

wanted to go away
where no one came
nothing to be given
credit for, none could blame

did work finish fine?
or studied on time?
this chore was completed?
did that poem rhyme?

essence of life, living
please pray tell
is it any better than
this ice cold hell