Frozen

All that is good shall surely die

All that i am inside.

Its a novelty to see me suffer

I think, I know, I'll die inside, to love her.



Still she leaves me little hope

a hope i lost so long ago.

And , why should it matter?

Strong as a strand of wheat, yet

Mad as a hatter.



Insanity it seems not far away

Pillaging through memories long ago so lost

photographs of happiness all covered with frost

the chilling truth comes all too clear

With nightmares, and screams yet no one hears





All that I am shall surely die

All that was inside

Ive given up every will to fight.


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Kris Grula's picture

I love this and i will tell you why..Im a ameber on another poetry site as well and ive been there since i was 12 recently found this site and left the other in hopes for something more but on the other site my name was frozen...youre poem just described what so many peoiple wanted to know...why i chose my name...i totally feel this poem you expressed something i have felt so throughly i love it you are amazing and so very talented and i envy you for that....keep posting id like to read more.