Voices In My Tear
Some disconstant, but conscience very clear.
Running from my fears
Voices trapped in my tears.
Multitudes of faces in the mirrors
Mouthing words that I silently scream.
As I stagger past, some faces refuses to stare,
While others just stop to glare.
The scars itches.
Along the hurt the muscles twitches.
Shadows on the wall
A couple sinisterly moving with a spider's crawl
Silently they call.
With upturned eyes they sit
On the backlit
Howling at the moon
With a lovers' swoon
With a lovers' intent
That echoes through the psychic vent.
The stars twinkles
As clothes wrinkles
On the back of a child in bed
To whom poison is fed
When given no love
When given no smiles
Not even a pat on the head.
Only the latent fears
And hates are bred instead.
Running from my fears
Voices trapped in my tears
Falling while standing on solid ground
Standing still while going round and round
Chattering teeth the only sound.
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POETIC SKETCHES
PoetrySketched in black and white - a series of poems dealing with a number of ideas.
