i sit inside abandoned silence,
how many more
tears can possibly fall
before my body
my eyes, my skin,
and my heart
turn to husk,
a clenched fist made from
four caverns of stone
This entry was posted on October 20, 2009 by joanna. It was filed under poetry, self, thoughts, writing and was tagged with alone, grief, silence, tears.
Isn’t it amazing how
you can think that you
shed one more tear
and then they just start
October 21, 2009 at 9:45 am
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