A nail in the ice just punctured the surface.
Didn't even sand up straight.
It dug further and further until it was still.
And left on mark on it.
Going back and fourth in and out of the wound I now hold.
It penetrated the surface down to every last nerve and bone.
Swings were taken by the hammer.
Shatters spawned throughout the ice.
Parts drift from land to shore.
And some go completely missing.
The ice is demolished.
And will never be back to what it was.
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Jacob Nelson's Poems
PoetryThis is the average poetry book of an aspiring writer. This will touch your heart, pull it, and possibly break it. I hope you enjoy them, and another book will be here soon! Thank you.
