Very Bad Archive
The Ice
Amrita Gupta
What is love?
Something wonderful and terrible?
All it’s ever shown me is terrible
What do people see in each other?
How can I believe
In it?
Put faith
In it?
When all I’ve seen for myself
Is pain, pure agony
At the hands of love
Innocent hearts slain by it
I’m bitter, I know
Don’t call me out
They know, too
Everyone knows, but no one cares
How do mothers
Love their children?
I can’t see it
My heart always feels cold now
As if the ice that has
Always surrounded it
Has suddenly penetrated the
Inside
And the only emotions the ice doesn’t
Freeze
Are sadness and a constant, aching longing
Longing for what I know will never be
What passion I do feel
Is a frostbitten love
It can’t last
And I know it will never even begin
Because love can’t thaw the ice
Nothing can thaw the ice
There are a few places, however
Where the ice wears thin
Some few things still
Prickle my heart.
Friends still touch me
But I live in hope
Someday, real love
Powerful love
Might touch my heart
And I will be happy
Perhaps that kind of fire, the real love
Is the only thing that
Can really melt the ice
The painful, heartbreaking ice
I live in hope
I live in fear
Hope that I will find a fire
Fear that I will search in vain
I don’t wish be alone
Or surrounded by people, yet a solitary
Figure
I need real love
I can’t give up
It can’t be for nothing
I need some hope
I can’t die alone
But for right now
I am still sad, and alone
Because the ice isn’t thawing
As I suffer and hope
What if it isn’t enough?
Hope can’t be enough
Enough to melt the ice
Hope for real love
I run a risk
Real love, a real fire
Could either melt the ice
Or burn me
Amrita Gupta has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Amrita's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Amrita's latest works: