Picture within you an ocean of ice:
waves frozen in that final moment,
wrecks of the pitiful damned
crushed, splintered in its pale blue grip.
In that hellish wasteland
time is without meaning
inconsequential and without a voice.
However, it is that finality,
that cruel reality,
that I see within you
in your seething, silent look.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2025 07:19
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I love the metaphor, the combination of time and an emotional stare on another's face. The incongruence is genius. A brilliant piece and a fave
A very clever write, the frozen stare , very relatable, nicely written, enjoyed the read
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