A single tear falls silently, Tracing a trickling path down a face without emotion, A blank stare fixates on something, anything, In its solitude, the tear reaches the end of its course, Drips suddenly onto shaking hands, Startling the mask, erasing the stare, breaking the composed reverie, Replacing it with suppressed anguish, twisted torment, Emotion finally evident. Sobs are stifled harshly, A vain attempt to hold back the flood of tears, They spill over despite the effort, Like blood from a broken heart, Providing release, but no comfort. Mustangheart.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 23:49:12 +0000
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