The Icy Heart Poem by Branton Wilcox

My heart has frozen to the core,
I can't even find the right thing to say.
Why has time been so miserable,
and why have I gone so insane?

I can't seem to find the beacon that once shimmered,
Instead I'm more like an empty flame.
The only thing left of me is nothing,
I'm a motionless figure walking with no emotion.

Will I ever be able to recover from this event,
or will I ever find another?
My life has become still and frozen,
just like my empty heart filled with shame.