A Piece Of Ice - Poem by Thaer Soudah
They try to reach me
under the scarf
A caterpillar, incarnated
in a hybernated soul.
A bear enchained
brutal and wide.
It sinks in your
it will be freed
from your voice.
-'We nod when he talks.
Let us agree. Throw
the free with ice.'
I can hear the squeak of the wheel
Here he comes...... silence
It will hold no word.
You remain faithful to your dreams
when your dreams are of others.
Can't you release your wounded brain?
Let it go, let the children grow.
The children, with ice on their wounds.
May the scar fade away, for people shall ask
about the Scar,
but who shall leave life with no bruise?
Is it worthit?
If all shall get it.
Today I am
a piece of ice.
Tomorrow I'll burn
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