Ice Poem by Ashley Morrell

My hearts thawed and it's waiting to defrost; but at what cost? .

As I breathe in the morning fog I roam around like another stray dog.

The only expression I can face is the unfriendly clown. distraction is the zest to corrupting your frown.

Every where I look I'm alerted by that four letter word.

outside seems so threatening and so bold even though you were told not to be so cold. someone hands you a spade to dig your own grave; maybe now i can find consolation as i look at the stars; but all i see is your reflection.

A box of memories is not enough to recollect your intricacies. you want to behave like sleeping beauty and never wake up.

the mud thickens around me when i utter your name and i walk around feeling so lame. I fathomed you would be my dame but that day never came.