Water feels nice to drown the feet <br /> <br />Like drowning sorrow in a sleet <br /> <br />I am cold and numbed from the crush <br /> <br />Of inattentiveness, sorrow's slush... <br /> <br /> <br />Talk of sorrow like a piece of pie <br /> <br />One pushes down with gulp of hot tea <br /> <br />With a fork one can slice, or mash <br /> <br />Tiny slivers lost in teeth or tongue... <br /> <br /> <br />Talk of pain like a shot through the arm <br /> <br />Of needle in a doctor's sterile cubicle <br /> <br />Sting comes and goes in an instant shot <br /> <br />We often seek freedom, but seldom find... <br /> <br /> <br />Excess sorrow is something you can know <br /> <br />Throw that sumptuous pie if it's poison <br /> <br />But freedom is a need that makes you live <br /> <br />Eternally, when at last, it comes complete... <br /> <br /> <br />An icy cold maiden is how you found me <br /> <br />More of a stone formed out of the sea <br /> <br />Thrashed about by life's trickery <br /> <br />You seared me, thawed my stone-cold heart...<br /><br />Doris Cornago<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stone-cold-heart-4/
