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
post-apocalyptic sea.
In my days of nothingness.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar