Ice Death Poem by Joseph Martin III
Ice Death
Warm before the fire,
snow melting with soft touch.
A sudden hesitation-
you have that distant sad look.
Once again the creeping chill
encroaches and encircles.
Long ignored feelings
hidden but felt none the less.
Your fire burns for a phantom,
all else but a substitute.
Withdraw into your dark void,
a lingering eternal death
bound in frozen longing.
9/5/2002 rev 8/27/2005
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