The Thaw of Discontent
Buried 'neath the frozen tundra,
Lies a heart that's weak and cold;
Sheltered in it's frigid wasteland,
Locked within an icy mold.
Long-abandoned, frail and weary,
Hidden there, beneath the snow;
Crouched within it's winter cover,
Silently, it waits below.
Pitiful in it's dementia,
Left to perish at it's will;
Time has passed, and still it lingers,
Fending off the piercing chill.
Crystals form around it's casement,
Threatening to invade the core;
Yet, the heat of bitter mem'ries,
Staves the final outcome more.
Timidly, it's life-force flickers,
Beating back the frosty grave;
Grinding out an S.O.S.
That echoes through it's frozen cave.
Lost in limbo, there it hovers,
Not alive and yet, not dead;
Trod upon by those it trusted,
High above it's tomb of dread.
Still it waits with patient longing,
For the thaw of discontent;
Ever pining, wishing, hoping,
That it's anguish will relent.