Words

Words

A Poem by E

Is it really easier to break,
than communicate?


Oh god, what have I done?
My light, my sun


would rather shatter into a black hole,
than expose to me her soul.


I've gone and broken the social tool,
oh such a fool,


for how valuable the jester who cannot entertain,
or doctor fix brain?


Our one recourse, my link to you, 
alas there are so few.


Oh god, what have I done?
my light, my sun,


tosses restlessly in her sleep, chased,
by demons with my face.


I don't know what to do. I'm lost.
Creeping, migrates the frost,


of cold terror, enshrouding my flesh
forming a camouflage mesh,


white and hard. Armor, weapon, mask.
"won't you thaw me?" I ask.

© 2014 E


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