FROZEN - A poem by J.K.

FROZEN The tears don’t make it to the
ground before they've frozen to ice
and crushed against the hard stone floor.
The shivers go slowly through the body,
out in the finger tops and down in your toes.
Is this really how it’s supposed to feel? The air around builds up a big wall of exclusion
and isolation that not even words can cross. 
The cold looks, the icy scornful smile, 
nobody hears you and nobody sees you. 
Frozen in a corner and your body can’t move.
Forgotten, invisible.
Frozen out.

xoxo Lihini

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