frigid

monsters

crisp

the dissonance

it bites

into the frigid

and war rages on

against us deeply

regret weighs

like an iceberg

upon the water

displacing flesh

sinking life

now

the monster emerges

cold

crisp

inducing dissonance

it grips us

what is left

now we fight

... to the death

Author's Note

Reviews

[Gregoria Ahmed]

There’s a precision to the dissonance that doesn’t feel accidental, like grief sculpted into something elemental. I felt the bite in “regret weighs / like an iceberg,” and that final line, “to the death,” didn’t read as surrender-it felt like resolve. The kind that comes when facing monsters we carry within. Thank you for sharing something so stark, so brave, and so deeply human. I’ll remember this one.

[Davidgeo]

Thank you Gregoria. The poem is just an advertisement for the song below it. I really like that song.

[Davidgeo]

Everyone should listen to it in one form or another.

[Davidgeo]

www.youtube.com/watch?v=JPOoPxmIm8Y

[Gregoria Ahmed]

Phew! that was something, I had to hop unto the link to check it out. While my musical tastes lean more toward softer rock and introspective ballads, I can still appreciate the emotional gravity this piece carries. The original song explores the burden of resentment--like how holding onto a grudge can weigh us down like an anchor. Through mythological and astrological symbolism, especially the reference to Saturn, it reflects on the cycles of emotional growth and the challenge of letting go.

Even in instrumental form, the tension is unmistakable. The piano becomes a voice for transformation, moving from heaviness to release. It’s a powerful reminder that forgiveness isn’t just about others; it’s about freeing ourselves.

Thank you for pointing us to a piece that invites reflection, even if it speaks in a language different from my usual musical comfort zone.

[Davidgeo]

You have done good work with existence. Thank you for humoring me.

[Davidgeo]

(i hope it helps at least a little bit)

[Gregoria Ahmed]

You’ve offered something haunting and precise, Davidgeo--an echo from the marrow. I read it, sat with it, and felt the dissonance grip like cold steel. Not everyone finds language for that kind of weight. You did.

So yes--it helped. More than a little. You reminded me that bearing witness is its own form of resistance.

Thank you for writing as you do. Please keep going.

[Ayesha Faiz]

This hit me in a strange, quiet way like the kind of pain that sneaks up and stays. The coldness, the regret, the fight… it all felt real. Short but heavy, like each word carried weight. Gave me chills honestly. Great job!
-Ayesha