Permanent isolation, <br />a permafrost inside my soul. <br />Depths inside, <br />I cannot count on <br />to remind <br />Give to let go. <br /> <br />24 and ashtray windows, <br />surrounded by <br />mirrors of snow. <br /> <br />Lost in tracks, <br />ripples on pavement <br />weaving thoughts <br />the mind will not show. <br /> <br />Permanent isolation, <br />a permafrost inside my soul. <br />Depths inside I cannot count on <br />to remind, <br />give to let go. <br /> <br />Why do we <br />plan all our movements? <br />color schemes <br />and castles for show. <br /> <br />While sunken eyes <br />and sullen heart strings <br />are placed inside, <br />walls cannot grow <br /> <br />A permafrost, <br />she gives what I gave her <br />to remind, <br />give to let go.<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/permafrost/
