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