Tuesday, November 25, 2008


Dry tears fall down my
Cracked and hollow face
I am lonely
Alone in this
Residence called space

Searching for sobriety
Of heart and mind
In a world that won't let
Me peace find

I am full of rage
I empty my bitterness out on this page
Can you feel
This pain that is real?

My temples in anger blare
My eyes dilate in an obscure stare
My position is fetal;
Afraid to walk or crawl

Peeks of sun burn my virgin skin
So I tuck myself within...

My tears are silent
But they break the ground
That supports my frame
Revealing guilt, hurt


My exterior implodes
My naked soul

© Alya Landry 2008

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