Literary Corner

Ice

My pain has changed And therein so have I

Mind the beauty, it's fresh arranged

Just as my smile, a new discovered lie

A beat, a beat, a beat

That lies uncaring ‘neath my bones

Radiates novocaine to my seat

And both my eyes are stones

I am nothing and soon even less

Fit to fade away on whim of wind

Barely alive when at my best

Neither have I prayed nor sinned

If it pleases you I'll laugh and cry

I'll respond at proper moments

If it pleases you I'll try

I'll not be mute and tense

But be not alarmed dear sir

When I return to numb novocaine ice

For compared to pain, as it were

Nothing can be nice