Poem: Thin Ice Essay, Research Paper
Thin Ice
drifting
why can’t i get back
towering fools
childs play
it burns aside
convenient pains
it rains outside
the room comes to life
sparkling stars
in the others eyes
honesty on thin ice
inside it’s a mess
locking me out
you’re never free
it begins to clear
no one else is here
yet i still begin to care
the shimmering lights
bend in the heat
i still can’t believe
i’m so close to finding myself
and i slip again
the cracks are wider
no longer spread apart
my soul leaks through my fingertips
into the water
melting with the ice
i’ll never find it
but now i no longer care