Author: these travels PM
the tears form behind my eyes, but i do not cry.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Drama - Words: 204 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 04-22-05 - id: 1893258
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The tears form behind my eyes,
But I do not cry.
Holding back the sob I need to let out once and forget about.
Dressed in black satin,
I just want to go home,
But I cannot leave.
The bodies move and smile,
And though I want to kill them all,
I smile back and hold the pain.
As heads bow down, and hands are shaken,
I disappear behind my veil.
I feel the palms that grip my shoulder,
And just want to die.
My heart beats once,
And I can feel the cracks life made,
The scars it left.
My heart smashed into
One thousand pieces
Is beating one last time.
They put the box into the ground
And I want to turn and run,
But I stand, a broken statue,
Looking forth into the night.
I follow all and take one glance
At what is left of my lost life.
My soul in scattered pieces
Belongs inside the casket walls.
I look into his open eyes
And time has no meaning anymore.
The leaking clock inside my mind
Has run out of sand.
I touch his face and bend down low
As the tear drips down my cheek
And I let go.