Placid Cries Dieing Eyes

Placid are the cries, that fall on the eyes, of the children who feel the fear where you hide.

Deep inside where you keep your calm the tension begins to mount.

As the quiet begins to crack, so to does your calm.

As the first of a faintest whisper slowly seeps in, the crumbeling so begins.

Still the whisper grows and soon it turns to two.

Multipling further still as the crack begins to grow.

Whisper turn to whalings, your wall is coming down.

Whalings become screams, your calm has all but crumbeled.

Screams are now shrieking, shrill, striaght through to your heart.

Piercing the calm it turns to powder at your pride.

Ever the fear you've always felt come calling where you hide.

You catch a glimps of your reflection staring back at you.

Whats wrong, don't you recognise yourself bleeding?

You wouldnt, because you're just another child crying.

You're affraid of catching yourself lieing.

So that pain you feel, is the child inside, scratching, and clawing his way out of your eyes through the mirror, where your on the otherside dieing.

 

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Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Heavy stuff, you write about this way of life very well, stunningly so.

[Ripple of Aqua]

You tell of a broken lost soul, it speaks of confusion and worry, but you denigh the help it pleads. Only because it is a child. Even being a child that tells you that you must help it even more so. So lost so scared, so scarred.