semi-darkness,
and i m buried beneath inches of snow
succumbed in the numbness of it I feel suffocated
fathoms above there is warmth and light; i know
but in womb of the dark I still await its penetration
but it never reaches me.........
The drops at the edges
keep dangling, perhaps not sure if to depart from its soul;
afterall what beauty lies in it without the desire to crystallise
how can i ask this ice over me to melt; to lose itself whole?
How can I wish it perdition; let it sacrifice its identity
only to set me free........?
mirrors of ice,
upon which as I watch my delusions slide down with the drop
I am shown refracted images which I refuse to recognise
Because I know the end, the ice is meant to melt, but can I ask it to stop?
Can I ask it to be there forever; covering me as it always did?
Can I ask it to be my destiny……?
Cracks develop at the surface,
as I try to leave, my tears get so embedded in the ice that it can’t see me cry.
But when I shed drops I am only crying, but the ice bleeds with them.
I am almost drowned in the drops now but frozen they leave me dry.
Untouched I lie there, heartbroken, I know the ice was never mine
But will it ever be?
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