Her cries like a late night rain emerge as dew on the morning flowers.
Her smile widens as her shame goes deeper.
Hidden from sight the blackness slips her soul.
The anguish lies still waiting for permission.
As the tumblers seal the door her heart is again heavy.
Her demons are fed.
Her fear lost in darkness.
-Johnny V.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Tears
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