Joanna Hamilton (29 Oct.1991)

There are no words for this
this aching, groaning, growling, moaning
feeling inside
like everything is frozen solid
by a cold winter's day
a cloudy day with no warmth to it
an icy day with no love in it
it never ends
this constant numbness
until you get frostbite, gangrene
and then your heart dies
a broken, frozen
ugly thing discovered by some poor soul
who will forever be tormented by its memory
of your heart
disfigured and hateful
spiteful and jaded
angry, jealous, crying all the time
untrusting and cynical
you'll never survive this winter of ice
this winter of cold winds
and no love
this winter of fear and 'freedom'
this winter of death and deceit
this winter of decay