Emotions conjure up behind my black eyes. Tears turn into crystals then shatter into a million pieces of worthless glass as they drip agonizingly slow from my eyes. Blood mixes with the glass when it cuts my cheeks and continues on its path.
My blood.
My tears.
Puddled at my feet.
Gathering on the floor.
Meaningless now.
Like me.
Sitting on my knees, screams of pain and frustration reach deaf ears and ignore me.
Lonely and forgotten.
Forever.
-----a friend of mine encouraged my to post something, despite my shyness
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
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