Glassy, cold, unclear,
Your eyes trap unshed tears.
Pain is plain behind them;
Sadness, loss, and fear.
Cracked, chapped and pale,
Your lips spill endless wails.
Your voice is hoarse and broken,
A despairing, tragic tale.
Rough, calloused, sore,
Your hands clutch a weeping core.
Pull your mask on, to hide your face,
All sunken and ashen and torn.
Broken, red and scarred,
Your bleeding heart is marred.
Love; happiness, forgotten,
As your body is burned and tarred.
Adrenaline and craze,
Your brain is in a numbing haze.
Dark ideology overloads you:
Your mind is an endless maze.
Body shattered, sleepy,
You turn your visage, so weepy.
Your hopes and dreams are long gone,
And it's the end.
YOU ARE READING
Falling Feathers: My Poetry Book
PoesíaJust a couple of poems I've written over the years... I hope you enjoy them!
