From Shimron's Archive: Sappy Poetry

Underwater in a Frozen Lake
My fingers are bloodied,
My nails are torn,
My spirit is almost broken.
I've seen those who have came and perished before me,
Yet I find myself digging at the walls of ice.
I am a fool for trying, yet a fool I'd rather be.

Looking out from the Pit
I play a game of chess with myself,
Self defeating self.
I tread lightly,
Like a thief in a hall of bear traps.

My heart yearns for the day when I can speak,
With no fear of you leaving;
Of a day where I can stop dancing
Amongst the landmines.