by Deiondre Alexander

Created on: September 17, 2008

Like diamond shards, trapped,
Pricking my eyes
The tears will be blood, soon,
But I do not cry
The waters are deep,
The rivers swollen,
My soul in seclusion
Waiting
For the meaning of pain to die

Sequestered,
Quarantined,
The poison that weakens me festers
Smothered, behind the masks and graves
I donned and dug
That human part of me,
Severed,
Trampled and churning
My soul into mud

I wallow in misery, but strong
For the storm will break,
But never will my tears be what fall
Taut,
Holding back,
A canvas of sky that stays dry
A barricade,
A barrier
A wall
A lie
My tears will not fall
I do not cry

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