Melting (#1)

This came to me as I watched the ice melt outside.

Melting,

The ebb and flow

Of time seeps by.

Meanwhile,

My icy prison

Stands alone,

Frozen in place

Never melting,

Never changing.

Stuck in my own

Little world.

Stunted growth.

Not getting worse,

Neither getting better.

Author's Note

Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. :)

Reviews

[EloisaWrites]

My only suggestion on this one is to omit the 'but' in the eight line; I think it will make be more dramatic without the 'but'. And as always, I love this poem. :)

[Jared Michael Smith]

I can see how that would help, so thanks for that. :) And thank you once again for your admiration. ;)

[EloisaWrites]

You and your poems deserved it. :)

[Jared Michael Smith]

Well, thank you. :)