Like ice on a wound
Too numb too soon
If you can’t feel the pain
It will expand and consume
And be felt again
When the cold has been lifted
That’s when you’ll wake up
Wonder where you have drifted
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Like ice on a wound
Too numb too soon
If you can’t feel the pain
It will expand and consume
And be felt again
When the cold has been lifted
That’s when you’ll wake up
Wonder where you have drifted