Faluire in the heart,
freezing conditions to indure.
Fading games of danger,
kindness untied.
Gaurding my soul,
hurting inside and out.
Bodyless souls I seek,
cause they only understand.
Falling apart to one person,
everyone inconcevable.
Figiting rage of number,
one alone on the edge.
Take the dolls in my hand,
and hold them to dear.
Nothing to say,
but nothing to be scared.
Why can't you be them,
hoping you will unfreeze my world.
But nothing occurs,
the frozen tundra still lives.
Author notes
This is something in my life right now. I feel like I am freezing over and hiding everything within me. Will my tundra ever thaw?
A contest entry
- What is the point (24 hours) by Idle Mind Wondering.
1050 points, ended May 5, 2007, 10 entries
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