Frozen Twice

Philip Daniel Cook

Cold?

Winter's became tame!

 

This fire can't make charcoal 

into a diamond.

The ice dagger can't 

break. It can't move.

 

I'll sit, in my head.

Waiting for the rage!

Because I'm only frozen,

burning. 

 

Solid state of every temperature 

below zero and above 90 at the same time.

I'll sit in my head.

Waiting for the rage!

Because I'm only frozen,

burning.

 

 

 

  • Author: ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2018 08:19
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Tony36

    Great write



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