22 October 2011

tears in shadow

Slowly falling, like the snow,
teardrops on my desk.

A salty glaze soaks into
the pages of my diary.

A token of the pain and sorrow
that I've held in my heart
for who knows how long.

Alone in my room,
behind the darkness,
I let it all go...

And no one knows
how many pages
have been witness
to the hurt I carry in my heart.

As each day passes,
and each night nears,
shadows carry silently,
the tears that fall in shadow.

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