Frankness seems to be the running theme so let me be that
Why does the work the energy the life the everything get taken?
Nothing more than the playthings of a bitter god a bitter people a bitter world
But bitter isn't the right word no
Not bitter

                                                        cold

A cold world of cold people except for the hot tears that freeze on my face
icecicleman
How loud do I need to shout how much do I need to cry do I need to swim or drown
until I feel anything warm except for the tears in their hotcold rivulets?
until I feel anybody touch me or care or look or respect or love or anythinganythingany
until I feel someone
                                 anyone
                                                at all?
until for once i actually get to come down off the wall the flower stuck there forever
until the frostbite ripped into me by the coldworldcoldpeople warms
until i finally can be someones friend or anything or
just
       matter
                    ?