Walking On Ice (C) 7-9-2012 Poem by Zahir Kijani

The sounds of laughter ringin in my head
Reality is only hangin from a thread
I'm fed so much garbage by the media
Repeated day after day after day after day
The only way to escape is leave through the door
That leads to a war between the weather and my pores
Wind slams against my eyes
The tears forced through a different route
Sickles of ice protrude down my nose
Because it's the only way out
Why must I always be so sad?
On the nights the hollow laugh
But it's the opposite whenever the tables are turned
My headphones burn the ill thinkin
Meltin the sickles away
But it isn't enough to change my mood
I need somethin to soothe my heart
And possibly switch my groove
I walk hastily through the cold
Slippin on the ice laid on the ground
But I keep walkin not letting nature hold me down
My thoughts are immeasurable
So they rarely escape from the inside
I'm asked about when I passed and I told em I been died
It just hurts to know I've been forgotten by the ones I adore
Really isn't much more to say but I'm froze from the core
The epicenter of the heat that sets my body ablaze
Has been reduced to the withered cold hands of a slave
I slip on this ice in pursuit of somewhere I belong
But the only answer I'm not gettin wrong is the relevance of this song
My legs grow weak so now I crawl on the path set before me
Realizin someone else has been through the same things as me
I can't let up so, I stand, no longer slippin but walkin on this ice
Flippin every slip and slide into a scene in my life
No longer letting the snow get the best of me
I control my destiny and my visions can have the rest of me
No more trying to evade the struggles I walk right through it
Because as long as I procrastinate I can never been fluent
In what I'm pursuin