I've held the weight on my shoulders
But without a touch
I've seen the horrors
But never felt
Glass shatters around me
But never draws blood
I've seen tears fall
But never have they touched my hand
I've seen her bleed
I've seen her cry
I've been witness to her pain
But only can I bleed for her
Never touch
Never feel
Never take the pain away
YOU ARE READING
Newton's Cradle
PoesíaThe story of ups and downs. From sorrow to serenity, and in between. They are all inspired by my own emotions or the emotions of those around me.