Empty, as if nothing matters.
The mind full of life, sensations fulfilled
everything has been scattered.
The running thoughts that have spilled,
the soul itself has been shattered.
An icy statue of one's being,
cold stillness, frozen in time.
Identical to the feeling of freezing,
remaining this way, a crime.
What must one do, with such a feeling?
Stopping, unmoving, preserved in place,
lingering between time and space.
-Lady Death 2021
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Poetry by Lady Death
Poesiapoems written by me based on emotions and feelings. ps. English is not my native language. Let me know what you think of them :)
