Sun of IceA Poem by The Doctorthis just came to me...it doesn't rhyme...but it makes sense to the right people... I feel like i'm standing on a sheer cliff on the coast.... watching the sun set... but i know it's never going to rise again.... it will rise but it will burn cold.... it will burn with the rath of ice and bitteress...chill...silent...and slowly killing... seeing the ball of ice rise....seeing it burn blue....a mist of ice...it over whelms you....now you know there is no escape...only bitterness and sadness... dull emotions....the pain of hurt...pain of love...pain of compassion....it burns like that of an ice cube stuck to your finger tips...never letting go... now you see my sadness....you feel it as i have said it...you pity me correct?...i see it in your vacant eyes....mind vacant of thoughts or comfort words...i tell you don't pity...but live with the knowledge that this maybe you some day...
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