The Icing Fell

The icing fell.
Silence, a whisper I will not sell.

The white blanket slept,
But above it slowly crept.

Its bite crawled up my spine,
Stealing my precious wine.

I feel trapped and old
In a place so cold.

The icing fell
On my sacred ground
Where there is silence, no whisper to sell.

I am numb with my frozen crown,
Encased in a crystal ocean.
I feel I will drown.

The solution has no motion
If there is no action to follow
And no place to scatter.

Now I feel hollow
In this world of stone.
There is nothing to swallow.

The icing fell
Upon the begging ground.
You do no good to sound the bell,
Which you vainly pound.

The bite crawls up my waist,
It's poison steals my spirit.
Now there is no taste,
And nothing to merit.

March 2010