Procrastination in Progress

an unknown depth of dead feelings waving through body
ice in the waters
thousands of pounds of time stopping walls of mass
cold, impartial, resentment
no smooth sail in sight
a wading game of isolation
solitude from the shore of arms
harsh roars of cold
just blistering the moments
tick tick,
slow and sharp
the weight breaking through what's built to be solid

Author's Note

Some story to it: was in an argument at home with my boyfriend. Deadliest Catch was on during the silent period and it seemed to fit the vibes