An: I don't know how great I am with poetry. I've never really tried. I know this is a slight surprise. . . I'm actually writing something serious. Well, here goes.
Fighting Ice With Ice
You cannot fight fire with fire
But you can fight ice with ice
I have begun to tire
Of this game of cats and mice
I have sat by, awaiting my time
But that was before I fought ice with ice
Now I am ready, in my prime
Ready to stop playing nice
The freezing rain is icy cold
Filled with ice to fight with ice
But I am frigid, now I'm bold
Through endless days, arctic winds slice
For this awful game I will be strong
I will grit my teeth and fight ice with ice
I will not give in no matter how much I long
I will not be tempted, will not be enticed
To survive I will have the skill
The skill to fight ice with ice
Fortune won't save me, just strength smarts and will
There's no luck involved, no roll of the dice
There must be an end
I cannot forever fight ice with ice
Already my will has begun to bend
'Hang in there' seems to be bad advice
At some point I will expire
But I did tell you once, twice
You cannot fight fire with fire
But you can fight ice with ice
So I hoped you liked it. If it's a piece of crap, let me know. I don't mind deleting my work. Really, let me know. REVIEW!
