A cloth drapes over the body lying on the floor. layer after layer. day after day. it's a never ending cycle. the pile grows thicker and thicker, taller and taller, until no one can even see the form lying on the floor. no one can see the wet cheeks, the wet eyes, the messy hair, the quivering lip. no one can see the slight shake of the hands. no one can hear the dreadful sobs, or the loud screams. all anyone sees is a mound of darkness. and they turn away,
and leave.
forgetting about that body lying on the floor. sobbing, shaking, crying, shouting, suffocating, suffering.
under the thousands of cloths that have built up each day.
who is she to cry, when the people she longs to help her, are the reason she is there in the first place?
so she lets the last tear fall. and she waits for nothing at all.
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What Keeps me Up(NEW TITLE)
PoetryA collection of poetry Of all the things I couldn't say Out loud Of the things That haunt me And keep me up At night *NEW TITLE* previously titled "The Dark Corners of my Mind" cover made using Desygner
