Stone-Cold Heart - Poem by Doris Cornago
Water feels nice to drown the feet
Like drowning sorrow in a sleet
I am cold and numbed from the crush
Of inattentiveness, sorrow's slush...
Talk of sorrow like a piece of pie
One pushes down with gulp of hot tea
With a fork one can slice, or mash
Tiny slivers lost in teeth or tongue...
Talk of pain like a shot through the arm
Of needle in a doctor's sterile cubicle
Sting comes and goes in an instant shot
We often seek freedom, but seldom find...
Excess sorrow is something you can know
Throw that sumptuous pie if it's poison
But freedom is a need that makes you live
Eternally, when at last, it comes complete...
An icy cold maiden is how you found me
More of a stone formed out of the sea
Thrashed about by life's trickery
You seared me, thawed my stone-cold heart...
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