Frozen hearts
Frozen hearts and feelings
waiting for their thaw
in the dark of winter
always have to wait too long,
and sometimes thawing comes too late,
when they have already expired
in the torturous languishment of winter.
Every winter there are victims,
hearts and feelings frozen to death,
and surviving them is always difficult,
adding to your loneliness
still another couple of tender hearts
that you have lost forever.
Contact with the ghosts is the only comfort,
spirituality survives the darkest deepfreeze,
and there's the only hope for frozen feelings,
a hope that even can raise buried hearts
out from the darkest bottom
of the inhumanity of death
of even the most desperate of winters.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2008-02-04 at 19:26
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