In your silence
Agony walks barefoot on glacier ice.
I thought I was covered by the blanket of your love
But only tissue-sized protection was lent.
Desire gnaws
But it is merely a net slung across
The wild and rushing waters of drowning want and need.
It will never be enough, without true love.
I am alone
Frozen in a silent locked vault of pain.
Deceit and despair are maliciously efficient.
The barrens - tundras of wilderness - claim me.