Tuesday, 15 November 2011

Poem: Worry

Standard

The tear running down your face
Followed by another and another
Lost without a trace
Could there still be a chance of return?
Your silence is like a cruel beating
The worry I feel is indescribable
One day I hope you will realise
And that you will understand the pain I feel

The blood running down your hand
Drip after drip
This isn’t the escape you wanted
But somehow it is making things clearer
Hiding your fear
A new person standing before me
Why can’t it be simple?
Why is it this way?
Why can’t I help?

What do you think?

- Esjae x

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