Permanent isolation,
a permafrost inside my soul.
Depths inside,
I cannot count on
to remind
Give to let go.
24 and ashtray windows,
surrounded by
mirrors of snow.
Lost in tracks,
ripples on pavement
weaving thoughts
the mind will not show.
Permanent isolation,
a permafrost inside my soul.
Depths inside I cannot count on
to remind,
give to let go.
Why do we
plan all our movements?
color schemes
and castles for show.
While sunken eyes
and sullen heart strings
are placed inside,
walls cannot grow
A permafrost,
she gives what I gave her
to remind,
give to let go.
David DeSantis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/permafrost/