I can't say
my voice has been stolen.
Only frozen.
Somewhere between
the solidification
and the crystallization
was a frigid realization.
Sometimes the magic just doesn't happen.
at the 32 degrees.
Sometimes sciences takes a back seat
to the once-broken, since mended knees.
The mind will fight
but the pen still scribbles a right,
or a wrong,
or something recyclable taken away yesterday.
Now-parallel incomprehensible darkness.
with a voice once frozen.
The light will relentlessly hide
as the rain will inevitably fall.
The frostbite will blacken,
but
you
will
stand
tall.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
I can't say
my voice has been stolen.
Only frozen.
Somewhere between
the solidification
and the crystallization
was a frigid realization.
Sometimes the magic just doesn't happen.
at the 32 degrees.
Sometimes sciences takes a back seat
to the once-broken, since mended knees.
The mind will fight
but the pen still scribbles a right,
or a wrong,
or something recyclable taken away yesterday.
Now-parallel incomprehensible darkness.
with a voice once frozen.
The light will relentlessly hide
as the rain will inevitably fall.
The frostbite will blacken,
but
you
will
stand
tall.
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