Tears that sketch broken faces turn to raindrops falling on the ground. Each drop relieves the heart and brings to blossom the troubles that are found. It is a never ending cycle, the pain it does not end. Each time my heart is gashed; the wound begins to twist again. What shadows over hang me that I cannot tell, but when I went to reach the sun light, the shadows hid me within. A shadowy walk beneath a thickened cloud, that is the way it is for me; it is what I have always found. Yet a light that beacons in the distance seems to be for me. I tried to reach it but it seemed not need me. I used to be closer to the light, but the pain, it swayed inside my soul. No anchor was found for me and my tears began again. By now my tears have formed an ocean and still a light is before me. It is always before me, but does it want me? I am on my island of the inner self, still I extend a hand, but no warmth is found. Coldness is the feeling all inside of me, unless I learn to tame it and then in some way I am free. A light upon my face is what I want to have. The warmth of the sun shine latched upon my skin. If ever I receive him I will know him from the mark of his tan rays. Oh beloved of mine, if you are the sun, break this cloud upon me and give me clear skies.
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2015 Last Updated on February 9, 2015 AuthorIan CravenEastanollee, GAAboutI'm a short story writer, poet and novelist. I spend most of my free time writing. Feel free to be my friend. I like meeting new people. I welcome constructive criticism on my writing. more..Writing
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