And lo,
I find myself upon an iceberg,
Naked and secluded,
I checked myself into this purgatory,
Rapport and society are distant pirate coves,
The choppy seas are a chorus of mockery,
And it adores my laments,

This spit of ice,
Cut by the orca teeth of the past,
It’s a prison as well as a tomb,
A torture device of my own making,
I’m a seal lost to the world,
Sat in my own miserable fat,
And here I shall remain,

Until those poles begin to thaw.

Comments
  1. Carol anne says:

    awesome love this! ❀

  2. Superb lamentation. An iceberg, the perfect backdrop imagery too.

  3. “cut by the orca teeth of the past”
    Brilliant write! πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

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