The Color of My Dreams

Friday, September 2, 2011

My Barren Heart

Go ahead, shed your crocodile tears.
My eyes can cry no more.
The tears have all dried up.
What's left when the river of pain does not flow-
is a desert seething with anger deep within the
heart once flooded with sorrow-
a heart thirsting for love in a wasteland
where you took harbor.
Funny how anger and anxiety do not appear
when you are nowhere near.

1 comment:

  1. This is amazing. And exactly how I have been feeling! You have a beautiful family! I am looking forward to reading more:)