Ice

Ice

A Poem by MCS

Fingers are like icicles

furry mittens

cannot warm

them

 

I’ve never known warmth

ice water

circulates within

me

 

See past my eyes

into my

blue icy

core

 

I’m not a menace

to anyone

I’m avoided

always

 

I am called cold

given space

not included

ever

 

Ice queen, not I

I’m just

afraid to

feel

 

Life broke me early

shattered me

into ice

crystals

 

My world became cold

controlled winter

blizzard conditions

always




© 2025 MCS


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Added on November 10, 2013
Last Updated on July 28, 2025

Author

MCS
MCS

Toronto, (GTA), Canada



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For me writing, painting and photography are the best ways to talk without ever being interrupted. Poetry: the best words in the best order © 2025, M.C.S. - all rights reserved more..