Numb Poem by Ingibjorg 'sen

Of all these days that have been
(Into the void I do lean)
There is no solace there
For a heart beyond repair.

The ice wind seeps into my soul
Cooling what's already cold
I remember how as I laid there down to sleep
I gave you my soul to keep
And for that, I do weep.

Forgotten now, and far away
To an artic world turned grey
Too late to counsel or pray
Do as you like and do as you may
Because there is nothing left to say.