Plunge All The Sorrows In The Cold Agony; Poem by menna magdy

Plunge all the sorrows in the cold agony;
coldness will numb the agitation.
Multiply the negatives, make a natural num.
level the waves of writhed lamentation.
Over this coldness, hold the icy canopy
Reflect all the heat that dare to come.
Those words are an echoing malady
To my soul, a continuous glaciation,
Literally, a melody; I never stopped to hum.
Don't wonder why; I will freeze.
Because of three I couldn't seize.
a sum,
a consolation,
a remedy.