Frost
Spring 1996
Anna L. Williams
The coldness is getting into my heart.
I feel it taking over,
creeping over myself.
Ice cold I am becoming.
It starts with my speech.
Saying things, I do not feel,
Empty words,
Meaningless.
The next that goes are my thoughts.
I can and I will lose myself in this storm,
Nevertheless, I should not.
So confused, I end up thinking nothing.
My actions freeze me at the end.
I get so cold I start feeling warm.
Frost becomes me,
I am not the real article,
Falsehood is my truth.
Frozen,
Frosted.
A snowflake I become in the blizzard of life.
