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Sitting on the brim of a teacup I see the
token of my wasted emotion, a teardrop flawlessly
shed when I shattered from too much absent care,
now tears feed my anorexic torment, and I stare
in the mirror at a girl not really here but just
an unsung echo the shadows had coaxed apart,
memories hollow out the Eternity from my eyes
as they internalize my sleepless pain, I look
at the scars that dehydrate the sweet nectar
of my Purity and my face crumpled with derelict
Sorrow...and I wonder what am I doing to myself,
wasting my sobs in the blur of a mistake that
now silhouettes my mind, my sanity grows thinner
as I find another splinter of Despair coloring
my heart with its sad trait, all I ever wanted
was to be loved and accepted and cared for...
but all I found was Rejection stinging the seconds
from my internal Infinity, another tear overbrims
the crystal cabinet of my eyes...and another tear
...and another rests on the shoreline of my teacup,
I taste the token of my wasted emotion as the Dark
draws near and the Silence caresses me into a river
...and another tears bleeds free...and another...
March 10, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved.
token of my wasted emotion, a teardrop flawlessly
shed when I shattered from too much absent care,
now tears feed my anorexic torment, and I stare
in the mirror at a girl not really here but just
an unsung echo the shadows had coaxed apart,
memories hollow out the Eternity from my eyes
as they internalize my sleepless pain, I look
at the scars that dehydrate the sweet nectar
of my Purity and my face crumpled with derelict
Sorrow...and I wonder what am I doing to myself,
wasting my sobs in the blur of a mistake that
now silhouettes my mind, my sanity grows thinner
as I find another splinter of Despair coloring
my heart with its sad trait, all I ever wanted
was to be loved and accepted and cared for...
but all I found was Rejection stinging the seconds
from my internal Infinity, another tear overbrims
the crystal cabinet of my eyes...and another tear
...and another rests on the shoreline of my teacup,
I taste the token of my wasted emotion as the Dark
draws near and the Silence caresses me into a river
...and another tears bleeds free...and another...
March 10, 2012
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved.
I was not really this depressed when I was writing this poem, but this is how I do get when I am very depressed, imbibing tears and echoes...and I just thought I should capture that state in a poem.
It's a little bit different format for me too, with the repetitions near the end. I hope it works for you. I did the repetitions to represent the ceaseless fall of my tears.
It's a little bit different format for me too, with the repetitions near the end. I hope it works for you. I did the repetitions to represent the ceaseless fall of my tears.
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pretty mermaids shouldn't cry 