Ice

It is ice age all over again.

I stand here naked.

There is nothing left you can strip from me.

Who am I?

Who are you?

Damage is irreparable.

Hopelessness lingers.

As echoes of shattered visions pierce the silence,

you try to breathe your sense into me

but I am not within reach

anymore.

You continue on,

promising heaven but delivering hell.

I am frozen in your presence,

my will suspended.

Is this what you want to see?

There is no love anymore;

I wonder if there ever was.

Your icy eyes cast a deadly spell

and I no longer feel

anything.

Welcome to my world.

2003

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