Made during a hardship I went through last month.. Critique and comments are welcomed.

Trapped
Escaping my hell once more,
leaping to the cold bittersweet night.
Let the frozen shards of cold strike my lungs,
such power,
pain invades with a numbness longed for.

Stars hang above,
accompanied by no moon.
Eerie shadows float,
yet I stray to oblivion,
I am my only danger now.

My thoughts drift,
for a second all numbness fades.
Warmth wells up,
yet held back by anger and shame.

Choices,
life,
destiny.

Trapped in my own little box.
Segregated.
Held hostage in my own tomb.
The tomb of hatred.

All too good to be true,
I made my way back.
Back to my personal hell.

New commitments.
New resolution.

Future always so uncertain.

very nice poem!