Saturday, March 03, 2007
back to poem writing
behind that face
hid all the sorrow in the world;
the brave front,
the strongest barrier to the outside world,
fighting the inert pain.
release the dam of tears unto my shoulder,
let me share that burden
for we are not alone
in this cruel fucked up world.
hiding it,
gives people,
of infinite insensitivity,
the excuse to tear away mercilously
unto those lids and scratch your heart.
till you feel the tension
from both inside and outside
killing you softly
peeling you cruelly
tearing your heart apart
into the deepest of depressions
the endless bank of sorrows
the tragedy.
let me bleed for you
im waiting for blood to flow to my fingers,
ill be all right when my hands get warm.
then we wont have to feel the coldness
ever again.
1:33 AM