Ice Cold
A poem by Lizzy Pacem, written in the solitude of an empty room in 2016.
- Ice cold -
That's what I am.
My veins freeze over
And my heart pumps faster
In an effort to make me survive this.
- Ice cold -
That's all I feel
As my skin prickles with goosebumps
And pales like the winter snow.
- Ice cold -
That's what my mind turns into
When I want to feel nothing
Because it hurts too much to feel...
Or think...
Or exist...
- Ice cold -
Like a sculpture
That you could put in your yard
And say you're proud to have
But ignore when visitors are gone.
- Ice cold -
That's how I feel
Knowing that I'm not enough for you...
And that I can never give you everything
You desire from me...
- Ice cold -
That's how I'll die...
Not sweet and loving and peaceful
Like I should be able to.
- No.
- I'll die as I have lived:
Ice cold.
About the Creator
Lizzy Pacem
I have experienced many things over my long life, and all of these things influence my writing. I have been an advocate for the arts since the beginning of the concept of art, and I hope to inspire others to embrace their inner creators.
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