Box of Ices
In the frozen tundra
Nowhere has love been
feeling temperatures
never being here
Cold hearted plastic
No feeling in the rain
Haven't got tree branches
Dirty plates in the sink
Jagged rags, placed inside
Box of ices;
a feeding frenzy
A call of now...
a horse rejecting Purina dog chow
now you are carrying
A hurt reside
A messaged for you
You will survival
Hot compresses
Torn worn angry liquid water spaces
dirty dishes packed in
Wormy sandwiches
then placed in a box
Box of ices
04/03/14
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017
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