– FICTIONPRESS –

a place…

Of brooding angst,

A dark undercurrent

Of pain…

Where tears are wept

And insipid eyes stare

Grey.

Hurt so much,

Emotionless

But for the colourful words

Poetry, prose

And we all weep for each other,

Because we know how it is

We weep

For ourselves.

...still, a place…

One can find support

Friends, someone

To talk to…

Where tears are wept

Hearts broken, hardened

Email is still not fast enough

To help cope with

Life.

You think you understand

And you think you can see

What it is like…

Then you get drawn in

And truly realise

Eventually, you truly

Feel our pain

As you begin to cry for yourself

And watch everyone drift away

Scarred

Shattered

Watch us suffer

Watch us run

Unable to escape.