You shot me with those frozen bullet eyes <br />which at first ice-berged the center of my soul <br /> <br />but I didn't die. <br /> <br />can't be killed by a dead man. <br /> <br />The swipe of that ice crystal hand <br /> was dismissively lodged <br /> <br />in my breathing space <br /> <br />and I cried; <br /> <br />but real tears don't fall for the already deceased <br /> <br />feeling wise. <br /> <br />I stood full on <br /> in Massive Regret <br /> <br />shrounded in its Cape of Sorrows <br /> <br />yet <br /> <br />persevered on to day next <br /> <br />piling high <br /> <br />frozen layers <br /> <br />which I could and would melt <br /> <br />and yet <br /> <br />you now come back <br /> <br />hands now greased <br /> <br />with your own blood and wounds <br /> <br />to say <br /> <br />I was the only one who'd understand <br /> <br />how a dead man feels. <br /> <br /> <br />I took your face in my hands <br /> <br />ignoring the bitter sweet irony taste <br /> <br />whispering yet into your crinkled ears <br /> <br />that you'd been gone just long enough <br /> <br /> <br />for there to be no feeling left <br />for cruel lovers <br /> <br />who first cut flesh <br />before leaving; <br /> <br />that part of me now gone <br /> <br />I said <br /> <br />and now <br /> <br />not available <br /> <br />to you <br /> <br />or I <br />or for Johnny come lately life lines. <br /> <br /> 'You can't' <br /> <br />I said <br /> 'poison your water <br /> <br /> <br />and still expect to drink.'<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frozen-bullet-eyes/
