Wednesday 29 January 2014

Weep

             It sits and waits
             And weeps beneath the sofa.
             Tears flood the pile
             Spilling forward into light
             It waits.
             Crying tears of salted pain
             Alone beneath the sofa,
             Peering into the light
             It squints.
             Tears of Death
             Roll down its face,
             Burning runnels in the skin
             Until they drip
             And find the floor
             Charring as they fall.
             It hides.
             Sallow cheeks, dull eyes
             Light had left so long ago,
             Receiving, never giving.
             No sense of right,
             No fear of wrong.
             Emotions dying every moment.
             Forlorn for wanting,
             So it weeps.
             And waits to die.

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