Trapped in the frozen state
Look around stuck
Unread and jailed
Words of whimsy
In the frozen section
Sadness overtakes my direction
Get me out of here
And thaw me out
I will wait
Until you read my ink
It will warm your heart
Like a sculpture patiently made
My words waiting
With cries
Idly
I
De
Ice
Dead poems that need reads. Sometimes they get lost.
Written by Mrs. Timetable.