A corner to rest the body.
A ball to twine up into.
A shadow glimpses from shattered light.
Tears form the puddle,
Flooding the soil drenched from pain.
Everlasting aches of misery.
The mind fades away,
Turn to grab the pen.
Written upon what's left of you,
"A puddle of tears to diamond scars,
I write to you a peek in the slain."
-Tyler James
YOU ARE READING
why I should have listened
PoetryThis is a direct journey into my mind through poems, most inspired by pain others created through pure thought and draft. I hope to push forth and express the emotions brought into each poem.. or to leave a sense of ecstacy. Enjoy!
