Broken Tickers Poem by David Thomas

It's like a cold, cold frost
that sweeps over your body's fire
and it melds with your desires
to produce an icy weapon
to proceed with your demise,
you fire blanket answers
and fill in those questionnaires
but somewhere deep inside
there's a giant being snared

the world will keep on rising
to meet the day to day occasions
as the frost inside your heart keeps freezing
just enough to keep you from bleeding
and as you start feeling less alive,
someone will surely notice
and they'll toss everything-the world away
and throw their fire into your heart,
through their sudden eyes
and their subtle gestures
you'll begin to feel alive.