Frozen

Still like a Granite I stand

on the grass that cuts veins

and the dusty snow.

Incapable of moving,

frozen to the deep,

a far away sound slowly fades away:

It's my heart,

Pumping weak.

Reviews

[Kat Rodriguez]

Short but so effective! Beautiful. And I agree with . serah . in saying that excellence in poetry is found by expressing our fragility and weaknesses that show our strength in displaying such emotions.

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~~ terrific stuff... ~~ we wouldn't be able to pursue excellence in poetic expression if we didn't experience fragility and vulnerability as we do... (we as in us humans)... or so i think...