Blind Ice

I cannot see, my mind's mechanics are stuck frozen onto, the thing in my mental grasp. The winter air, colder then ice, my eyes become goggles, I cannot see. No matter what this what this parrel may be, I must find my way again.
I cannot see, skin scarring, brisk wind, impairs my feeling, my sense of where I am. Every step brings torment and agony. My skin breaks and cracks, just like the ice I walk on. I start to stumble, my mind starts to tumble. I'm slowly dying.
I fall knowing it will be my last moment. The sky shatters, turning blue, turning grey, turning black again. I turn onto my stomach, I see a shadow, can it be? Another person? As though the earth mimics the sky, the ice shatters itself and pulls me in. The shadow is gone, I now sink, I cannot see.