That day, when
Sadness swallowed me
In front of the mirror, I couldn't see
Those tears flowing down her cheeks
Clear as crystal, precious as I seek
That tears continue to flow
Warm I felt, happy as I go
As if some thorns were plucked out
of this vulnerable body that
longs to shout
Every pain and regret hides
From this world,
you called life.
YOU ARE READING
sometimes drowning above the ocean | poetry on pages
Poetrysome stanzas are made to breathe rhyming words, but almost every poem drowns a silent world.
