Soaked in a frigid soliloquy
A bandage of icicles
around my fragment
and ruptured heart
Stuck in neutral in
Creeping Coldness Drive
like a drowning widow
Dangling a torch
above a mile away
from my frozen
barely pumping heart
Carrying winter chains
Gasping for air
Neon needles probing
to keep the remains alive
Please put the key
in the old ignition
and put it in drive
Storm of Ink 
I can almost see one of those landscapes made of forests covered with snow where the hero is trying to escape his fate of death…
(This is also scaaary! )
😄
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I’m enjoying your poetic challenges. This one I think of heartbreak remaining cold until someone warms you up again.
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Agree and thank you so much! 😊
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Your words are tier 1 and of the top percentile. Keep doing what you do dreamweaver. Hope to see more of you around the writers Block. Yours truly Gastradamus
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Thank you for such a awesome compliment.
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