The glass shields around my eyes are breaking,
With every thought that intercepts my vision.
The glass shatters and out bursts a river,
Free-falling down my face.
The mental plagued tears go past my mouth,
Making it look far from the smile that was once there.
My hands shudder with every move,
My eyes flutter with everything my mind says.
The word immediately evaporates when I ask,
"why?",
Then wistfully condenses upon my eyes.
I blink away the steam and wipe the tears,
And all that’s left is a smudge of what my mind fears.
BG
-08/08/17-
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Author:
Brycycle (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2017 07:17
- Category: Sad
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Comments6
A fine write. An aside - why are about 99% (or approximately!) of cats around our ways named Smudge?! lol.
thanks, and haha yes, my brother's dog is called smudge though aha.
A beautiful, sad poem, Brycycle. I love the line, "mental plagued tears." Well done!
Thank you very much 😀
Heartfelt nicely expressed
Thank you so much :))
The uniqueness of your writing intrigues me.. Beautiful words expressed so well.. Thank you for sharing this imagery into your Soul..
Aw thank you Edward. It means a lot 🙂
Oh lo, dogs called Smudge too. Got a smudge of colour on its nose or something? Well, some of the cats with that name are brown tabby-type, with 'smudgy' coat, lovely browns mixed together.
Ahh right, cool 😛
Great write
Thank you
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