Cold Shower

My back against the wall,
Knees pulled up to my chest,
Head between my legs,
The bitter cold of the water,
Dripping down my back,
The warmth long gone,
The hours passing along like days,
This agony stretching on,
Never seeming to end.
After so long,
The cold seeps to the bones,
Now numbing the physical senses,
But its all the same.
Eventually,
Life will catch up,
To the cocoon I have created around myself.
Only able to hide,
For so long.
All roads,
Are suddenly coming to an end.
The available options,
Are starting to grow,
Few in number.
There are only,
A limited amount of escape routes.
How can I choose one,
Over another,
When all left over roads,
Are dark and deserted.
The asphalt practically new,
As a result of few travelers.
The suppressed thought,
Pushes forward,
Into my consciousness.
Secretly,
I begin to wish,
That I didn’t have to journey,
Down this dark road,
Alone.