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The tip is all that's seen

Like an
Iceberg
All you see
Is etched on my
Face. A stark white
Beauty reflecting
Sky.
Underneath
The rest of me is
Drowning. An
Unrelenting dirge accompanies the
Smell of a
Funeral pyre of
Shattered hopes and
Corpses lost. There is no
End that I can
See for the
Light can not
Penetrate.
On the
Surface I bob around.
The tide of
Emotion is my
Push and pull. This
Allows me to
Endure this block of
Ice
Of pain that remains
Unseen. Although in my
Heart of hearts I
Wish for the
Big melt and to be
Free.

The tip is all that's seen

su2anne

Balwyn, Australia

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a poem that compares the form of an iceberg to a human. what can be seen is but only the surface… image
image Girl-Face-In-The-Water-Images
Featured Groups; “The World As We See It, or as we missed it.” “Art & Dis(ease).”

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