Frozen in time
are broken fragments of my reality;
The seas of this space
iced over by the death of my soul.
Cold winds of chaos
have laid waste these barren trees
that once gave me life;
So proud I was to live.
Fossilized bones mark the places
Where you once walked with me;
Broken glaciers line the journey
I walked alone in darkness.
Amidst this white wasteland
Lies my frostbitten heart;
Cold, dead, black,
shrivelled little piece of Stone.
Grotesque and repulsive in its nature.
Still one, for it shall never be broken;
Too ugly to be touched by death,
too precious to be lost in the night.
My little black heart,
frozen in this
In my days of nothingness.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar