Ice

Brrrrrrrr

Frigid, Cold, Solid.

Your heart, you never understand how I feel

when you do this to me.

You wear me down until I can barely move.

You couldn't possibly imagine the pain I go through.

You threaten me with your

power to take over my veins.

I feel you rushing through me like

bitter-sweet lust.

My eyes are frozen shut for

I may not see you.

Your arctic rush is all around me.

Your touch is nothing less than

the touch of death.

You control my every move,

I can't bare it anymore,

I surrender.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

This clearly had depth about it. I wasn't entirely sure of the meanings behind all of it but that's the beauty of poetry the reader draws their own ideas from it. You've given this enough confusion to allow the reader to put their own print on it while keeping the images thorough. =)

[Geralyn Miller]

In the line, "Your touch is nothing shorter than
the touch of death."
Try replacing the word "shorter" with "less", it reads more smoothly.
You made me feel the icy cold, you paint a frigid picture of a cold heart.