lonely sobs
and broken tears
echo in this house,
piercing my heart
from the pain
that they contain
as they become known
in the dark.
the tears . . .
slip from her eyes
as clear, melted
iron drops
drip and burn
my heart.
this pain hurts,
the feeling
that I can't do anything;
I wish could take it all away
and let the hurt
pain me instead.
mommy, please don't cry;
or I will too,
but I need to be strong.
you deserve to be happy.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poetry that I've already written and some poems that I've recently written that I'll share. They're not in order, so warning, haha. Poetry is just where I feel like I can really be me and be real and where I can really talk. ~ ~ ~ Co...
