Wednesday, February 07, 2007
teardropS' ( A LittlE GiN Wouldn'T BlacK AN Angel'S HearT' )Wipe the tears away
They fall
I watch the teardrops
Slowly spinning
Come to rest
Lightly
Marking a small spot
As its own.

The hope that had once dangled
On an almost-transparent string
Has snapped and shattered
Joy, once so painfully close
Has slipped through my grasp
My heart bears yet another slash
The tears
Dry up
Helplessness
As I watch the delight of others
Falling;
Slowly
Into ruin.
6:32 PM