the hand is frozen
strangling my heart
ice cracking
produces dim memory
of lost hope
time stops ticking
when alone
you say
time heals
but with no time
the icy flood continues
blood stops
my heart is dead
YOU ARE READING
Darkness of the Rose
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and short stories for humans that cannot face cruel reality. I hope that someday all reality can be faced like the fantasy we read for our souls. The beginning speaks out for women who have put themselves in a prison th...
