Emotional Hell Of Dead, Frozen Feelings Poem by Margaret Alice

The Nile-Crocodile is alone in its vigil - everyone
else is asleep; almost midnight; the only purpose
of reptilian life is joyous existence in immediacy,
therefore, the Crocodile is experiencing death

It turns into a statue of ice, an Ice Princess who can’t
feel anything; calculating the meaning of life like an
ice-cold machine, unable to FEEL her way, all emptiness,
the body surviving simply because reptiles are

Too primitive to choose physical death after the
total demise of the emotions; though experiencing
death of idealism in crocodilian despair; without the
sun to thaw its blood and give it strength

The Ice Princess only feels the utter desolation of
crocodilian nihilism –wondering why she has to
repeat the same sufferings so many times – why
does she have to pass through hell and purgatory

Over and over again? Why experience heaven
sometimes - if the price to be paid is always
another descent into an emotional hell
of dead, frozen feelings?