..
Put my sorrows to sleep
Lull them to eternal quietness
So I could finally dance
on their graveyard bed
And fly away in a content dream
A spiritual relief
Your words like ice
Crack and stab my brain
Grow In my mouth
Now I only breath cold
I'm becoming ice too
I tuck me on my pillow
Diving in the water inside
Melted ice u gave me (to drink)
The ocean you made me become
When did our hearts my love
Turned to ice
when did the sun froze out
In pale blue light
When did the silence just
Blocked you away,
Drying your voice,
Your hands
Cold
...
I still feel now, at various occasions, ice forming inside of me, the crystals start spreading from my heart until I stay paralyzed, I can't cry, so I sit quiet hoping I could go back to the time when "ice" haven't been invented in our language.
YOU ARE READING
collection of lost things
PoesiaOnly from chaos we achieve change And when you change, what do you lose Let's go head on Cover: detail from "The Garden of Death" (1896) by Hugo Simberg
