Around me the dust of my past rose
Thousands of pairs of eyes, I see,
are following as though seeing right through me.
I cower, cover and break into a run
Jeering eyes follow, drawing out of my misery, twisted fun
The gaping hole inside me is now so pronounced,
My masks fade as darkness creeps up unannounced.
My tears have dried and my patience tried
as I grope,
in the darkness for a tiny speck of hope...
No comments:
Post a Comment