Zero Or Below


My heart is kept at zero or below.
In a box, keep frozen.
There it sits discolored, iced over,
And getting only colder.

Frozen shut,
It cannot be opened,
So there is remains...
Discolored, iced over, and getting only colder.

It's fear that binds me here,
Frozen in this box,
A box full of feelings,
A box full of thoughts.

Keep frozen at zero or below.

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