Elastic Ice

I feel a searing chill in my bones as they painfully turn to black ice Under the weight of my loneliness I fear there's an ultimate price Will I witness my own demise As cracks appear under this weight The thought of an endless sadness as I am doomed to a horrible fate I look out to the red horizon On the beach a pail made of plastic I pray to find a similar strength a soul that is much more elastic With each and every laboured step too numerous for me to number Slowly the walk becomes easier Perhaps I am turning to rubber Feelings they bounce in my mind and yes they do make me shake although there's vibration in my soul this elastic heart will never break! Dedicated to Armand. The poem was inspired by a comment I left on his poem "Of Three States of Mind an intricate weave". Do read his poem it is masterfully written.