Ice

Ice in this water bottle
fought its way unconquerably
against water pervading its
existance,
knowing in time she'll lose
but gave up not.

Then came heat
in the room, empowering
the water,
the chance of the ice is breaking
one last second,
she was holding her self together.

When I arrived, she's gone.
I guess I am ice.
I melt.

The Statue

For what am I expecting
from a shut broken mind?
wondering where are heading
a flow of words and rhymes.

A statue of desolation
damaged and chiseled,
still not easily broken
when the mind is disabled.

Lock it up where no one finds
that's all one can do.
Break it into pieces
you are trying to.

Paint it bright
Hope will be its name.
you do it with all your might,
but as before the statue is the same.

The mind is heavy
with the weight of Desolation
still shut and uneasy
I guess in this no one won.

All have tried
All have failed..
To break the statue
able, there is none.