by Tracy Brooks

Created on: September 07, 2010

Alone on the inside,

quietly I wait.

Like a child longing to be held,

I wait to be heard.

Words can not convey what the heart has held,

buried deep beneath the layers.

If wishes could speak my pain would fly off.

Like a tiny bird trapped in his mouth,

my soul is bruised.

The darkness knows what the light has hidden,

my eyes are but a reflection of  time.

Standing still as my heart breaks,

running still as my soul cries out.

Alone on the inside,

I wait.

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