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Apr 2014
If some one died,
I wouldn't shed a tear,
does that make me dry ice?
If I am angry,
It still won't reach me,
but those who my anger captured still got hurt,
If I cry,
I still feel no pain,
are my tears fake,
If I am with friends, if I do something I love, If I go some where fun,
I feel no joy,
does that make me numb?
Can I even feel anything, If my heart is past frostbite?
What storm even occurred?
What happened to me,
as the years went past,
to turn such a happy kid, into this icicle?
Has my heart even froze?
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
(F/USA)   
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