I’m watching sticks break, with bloody knuckles.
Bruises form, under your tired eyes.
Concaving inward, and screaming out.
But can they hear the quiet, engulfing.
Smiles, erupting into teasing kisses breaking laughter hurts.
Those scratches leaving your reminiscent scars from yesterday.
For today, and I’m still watching the sticks break.
Apart.
Authors Notes: Thank you immensely for reading and I hope you have a lovely day fellow writers and readers alike~
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The Psychological Poetry Collection©~
PoetryThese are my poems that take on subjects and topic's like depression, schizophrenia, addiction, and other mind-blogging disorders and the like of emotions. I hope you enjoy all the poetry offered here. Art is by:KidChan~
