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Ice Cold
This poem was written from the perspective of a woman involved in
an uncaring, mentally abusive relationship.
I look intently into your eyes for some flicker of caring,
You look back to my without giving me a clue to your interior.
Your words come out with callousness, you act so overbearing;
With your flippant remarks you wish to make me feel inferior.
My friends told me not to release my heart unto you,
But I am smarter than everyone else, I see with perfect clarity.
You accuse me of acts that I didn't do, these things are untrue;
You refuse to listen to me, as your words create an instant polarity.
The closeness I felt many months ago has been swept under a rug,
I am not even sure you are the same person I knew last year.
You now are only a shadow of what you were, where is that tug?
I feel the ice cold blood in your veins, down my cheek rolls a tear.
It seems that you now wish me to be a slave, to obey your commands;
Hard hearted, you turn to me a chiseled chin waiting for me to fight.
You push me deeper into servitude to my heart with your demands;
Frightened at what you have become, my wings wish to support flight.
My heart is bound into a slavery to your whims, I shout for relief;
I am working up the courage to simply walk away, but can I be so bold?
I pack my bags, walk out the door; you stare quietly in disbelief;
You never shed a tear or feel remorse, in your veins blood flows ice cold.
24Oct08
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