Story Of a Tear

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I stare at the whiteness of paper

waiting for my poison to drip out of my pen

Am I depressed more than usual

Or am I so used to the idea that I can't differentiate?

My eyes wander across the emptiness of page

Reading into unsaid words

Dreaming of unreal dreams

My indifferent hand smooths the wrinkled edge of paper

gesture to smooth en my thoughts

still waiting for the ink to yell at me

A silent tear rolls off

making a small puddle of thoughts

blemishing the lines

I embrace my brimming unquiet ocean

Soaked in my sadness and waiting for me to share a word

The mark left on paper says a story that will go unheard.

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