Behind this innocent smile of mine, lay words that go unsaid. Words of longing, love, anger, and hate, all repeating inside my head.

The nonfacebook version of my dream poem.

I hear it fading
I can't speak it
Or else you will
dig my grave

Take my hand now
Be alive
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its cold
the fridged planes
that accursed shelf of ice
where the troubles lose their meaning
the tundra is as far as the eye can see
it has these pillars of ice all around
like a frozen forest of tree trunks
endless, with numbing winds
I find myself in the center of this...
this abysmal plane of ice and cold
and Im all alone...
I'm on my knees, pillars all around me
I move to stand up...
I grab at the pillars...
I dont feel them... wait
why is the permafrost red?
my hands... they aren't pillars... they are spikes
the sudden color lets me see...
for that slight instant, before the pain...
all the people who care...
and then, it hurts...
how i wish they were here and not there
I hobble to my feet...
i try to move towards an icy pool
everything is so sharp...
my motion is paid for in blood
but i can see the twisted reflections of the pool
and I see the people I care about...
each in a world...
some are writhing in fire...
others in a plane with no ground...
while still more are in total darkness...
frozen in stone... dipped in plastic...
one walks while her body falls away...
petrified...fossilized...
an other as his mind goes to shambles...
going insane... reason failing...
one is on a path that could have been better for him...
the past could have been so different...
one is happy, she found happiness and love...
she has peace... in her flourishing valley
the next is with her, and they are together...
in the valley, riding through everything
but i fall, my legs, i cant feel them anymore
my head rests next to the pool
my tears freeze on my face...
soon i am encased...
the pain is overwelming...
someone help me...