Fourteen Lines

I’d missed the prompt from Frank Hubeny,

so decided to give it a shot here.

they see ice crystals
they etch a face
they give me a name
but that is not me

they etch a face
unaware of rage within
but that is not me
-I burn in resentment

unaware of rage within
they see ice crystals
-I burn in resentment
they give me a name

they’ll know when storms engulf the skies

I know I’m done, how time flies

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