I wrote this for a class, Advanced poetry. I learned that I wasn't as talented as I thought I was, because it was extremely difficult for me to retain form. I suspect it's because I either am a rebel or I suck.
But here it is:
Arctic Queen
Cold as ice—frozen for eternity—caught in a land of despair,
I am lost in emotion, senseless, a deadened quaking occurs—
I’m shattered like glass. Weighted with jaded memories of you
bound to you — my soul tied to you by a rope of ceaseless love.
Where am I? How did I get here? How much time has passed?
Icicles hang where my heart used to be. It pumps ice fire.
Someone take a torch to my heart and sear it like steak.
Set a blaze inside my veins, pump, and clog my core. Make
Sure it’s hot enough to unthaw my heart— make my blood boil.
Troubles burden my mind—insanity arises like heat in July.
It triggers my body to quiver, vibrate, thunder, then explode—
black snowflakes swim in a blue current—my arteries die.
The next breath is ragged as a rusted piece of broken steel.
Severed from the world, eternally, with no ability to feel.
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