Poem #1

"The Ice Under Your Shoes"

You are as sweet as the bittersweet taste of old medicine;
Which had left a sour aftertaste of a dozen rose thorns on my lips.

No longer could I feel my fingertips as the air grew cold and crisp;
My body shook from the cold, or perhaps it was the fear.

The shear pressure of your words on my thoughts weighed me down under the ice;
Will you pull me out? Will you save me? Are you good after all?

No. You stared at me as if I was a wall, no sympathy in sight;
Only an empty apology and a poorly written letter, with my tears seared into the pen strokes.

My muffled chokes came from under this ice, you could break it. I could not.
Why was it that I was always in this place?

When will you get to face the hauntings of your actions? I know karma awaits.