The Frozen Field
THE FROZEN FIELD
My mind is like a frozen field;
I cannot move or breathe; I'm chilled.
This endless chant I've cried and cried:
She died; she's dead;
She's dead; she died;
I know she did;
I know she's dead;
I saw her die.
In this brittle truth I'm stilled;
And if I disturb this cold cold field,
I'll crack, I'll break, I'll snap.
I can't escape your God set trap:
She's dead, she died;
She's gone. You lied.
You said you loved her more than I;
If that is so why did she die?
That's my question; that's your lie.
Answer me if you will;
Deign to thaw this frozen field;
Break into my hopeless chant;
Stop this useless questing rant.
Answer one thing that I ask;
Reveal concern behind your mask:
If love means death, then hate meant life;
Why did you not despise my wife?
I mean nothing that I say;
Like the proverbial ass I bray.
I sing my song of blank despair;
I'm falling here while she lies there.
Far from harbor on this reef,
I'm shipwrecked on the shore of grief.
Guide me home with gentle breath;
Say how your love exceeds her death.
Poetry by ethom
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Written on 2008-03-25 at 08:07
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