No matter how much
I try
to write.
It's all just such
an amazing lie.
I try to scribble my heart,
But I'm so numb
Just frozen.
More than in part
By love undone.
Just frozen.
But how to start anew?
Perhaps now
I will
write true?
But how...
to kill
the vestiges of a broken heart?
Still frozen in time,
Buried beneath such
Cares and sorrows. There'll be no tomorrows.
My lack of reason and rhyme...is all due in part,
To a black fistful of sand that I clutch, like so many snowflakes on the beach.
Beyond my grasp, beyond my reach.