I sit here, Freezing in the cold, Alone
High winds raging within,
While scarring memories Dance behind my eyes Like old-time picture shows.
A crippling frost inside my soul, Solidifies my heart,
And petrifies the blood inside my veins,
Creating a fortress That cannot be breached.
For a single beat Would create an avalanche,
A gravelly ruin It would leave. A gray decay, A crumbling mess,
Is what would become Of all the tragedy I had diligently ignored...
Like the ring of your voice, And the lines of your face;
But they silently seep through the cracks Of the hardened stone,
Threatening my resistance Like a searing sun After the first snow.
As it was your sharp, glacial last words That created this barren wasteland;
Leaving me stranded, Suffering the sting Of this blistering blizzard.