Eyes glazed
with fury
Black agate
Pitiless, cold
Stare in impervious
animosity
Stony,
impassive
Sphinx
like, mute, inscrutable
Granite faced
and hard
Implacable
in your wrath
Frozen immobile
in your icy rage
Words chilled
in Arctic silence
My soul
rimed
In the
diamond hardness of your stare
Speak to
me, see me
Tell me
where I'm wrong
Turn your
anger hot and
Thaw my
frozen soul
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