Numb

Alone
in this well-lit room
you wonder
at all the warm, radiant beings.
Their presence illuminates
the blocked off path,
as you sit
arms-reach away
from the finger tips
of their emanating heat,
and freeze.
Freeze from the tips of your limbs
to the bolts of your metal rims.
Your entire left side freezes over,
stopping in the middle,
leaving the warmth of your right arm
to remind you
what's missing;
what's wrong;
what hurts.
You scream so desperately
to relieve the anguish
of the cold,
but gnawing off
your limbs
will never be
your last resort.
Alone
in this well-lit room
you slowly
freeze over.