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Frozen Lies

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

A new feeling is in me

Yet it’s not new

The intensity and consistency

Is the new thing.


It’s inside always growing,

Always feeding on every thought,

Like cancer it intensifies

And festers till nothing is left.


How would I have known

Covers were still over my eyes,

When they lifted all love and feeling

Froze, withered and died.


Now once again I am lonely

My darkened mind contemplating

An end to my feelings,

My weakness must die for me to live.


My sea is empty,

The fish have all been caught,

Now searching for the only other way

The sky

Living among the birds in freedom.


© 2019 Wendy Engela