The ice chips slither down me,
I’ve been injected with coldness.
Tons of ice travel from my brain,
sneaking down my spine, laying
dormant to the icicles I feel inside.
The eyes of the abused, dead child,
The posture of the homeless woman,
A cold body from a wrong relationship,
Reminds my heart my constant feelings,
of loneliness and clinging to the hill.
The regurgitation of pure unhappiness,
Spills onto the rocks of carelessness,
The tears will drown one’s own body
into a lake & personally hoping no one
will take notice of what is happening.
–by Maria Mocha © 2007
Published by Maria Mocha
I love creative writing and photography and I am passionate about both. I write poetry, essays, short stories and various thoughts about different topics. Sometimes I will post pictures I have taken as well. Writing eases my mind, releases tension in my heart and cleanses my soul. I will post a variety of my writings I have done over the past 20+ years and current writings. I will also post various photos I have taken from time to time as I also like photography as well. I welcome you to my blog and I hope you enjoy it.
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