A poem I dedicate to my love of Robert Frost's poetry. It's meant to describe a personality.


Ice

I feel that nothing here is real.
Maybe because I cannot feel.
I ask you, "What is in a touch?"
You say, "It's life, and cheer, and such"
I ask myself, "Do these exists?"
My heart agrees, my mind resists.
But then again my heart is stone.
My mind is boss, a fact well known.
Emotions do not rule my stay,
Cold logic is the only way.
People say I'm dead inside.
But unlike Frost I'd end in ice,
Much rather than I'd end in fire.
I cannot feel; I lack desire.




Poetry by Ammad Khokar
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Written on 2009-09-26 at 21:57

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Great poem describing Ice, but Ice is meant for melting, so you will feel eventually. Maybe get a bit damp for a while, but a good roasting will sort that out. You certainly won't catch cold.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-12-02