Ice
A line on feeling
I long for the numbness
Of ice-frosted hands
Glazed by soggy snowballs
Cut from crusted banks
Of frozen ice;
They would be kinder to me
Than thee.
Of ice-frosted hands
Glazed by soggy snowballs
Cut from crusted banks
Of frozen ice;
They would be kinder to me
Than thee.
|
Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now! |
Use the feedback form below to submit your comments.
Use the form below to email this article to your friends.
