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davebold370 — Ice Cold
Published: 2012-04-01 01:53:52 +0000 UTC; Views: 615; Favourites: 23; Downloads: 0
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Cold as ice,dancing hordes of lice,
strings of frozen unknowns,
elders long past and grown,
Helpful voices echo out,
little more than quiet doubtful shouts,
Holding our tongues tight,
as to avoid the plight,
it is cold as ice,
and we are quick like a church's mice.
I am getting older. Thus my voice is getting harder to force upon others like i use to when i was younger. I use to have a powerful voice, even though i didn't use it often. Now I am getting older, i wish to respect others, and more doubt of wither i am right in what i am saying or not has came into my mind. Thus i bite my tongue to prevent fights from starting, and stay quite like a church mouse. This fractal is like the chaos that is inside of me, matured, structured, and trapped in the doubt that is my own mind. It's part of a bigger picture, and i know one day my voice will change into a powerful one. My commands will become respectful because of the love i show others. Then the chaos will live in warmth inside this ice.
I know I'm not making sense, but those that are older understand.
