Illogical Running
   Running turns to walkingÂ
   When faced with ice
   So loving should turn to nothing
   When ones treated as a vice
   Yet the heart warms
   Though it may shiver
   So all to often
   The heart slowly withersÂ
   For it doesn't retreatÂ
   It simply stays
   When it shouldÂ
   have relinquishedÂ
   It's prey
Poem 215 ~ 3/19/2015