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
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Poems of an Angry Soul
PoetryI wrote these poems during the shittiest part of my life. I poured my soul into these words. I tried
