In the late hours of night
and the early hours of morn:
Silent tears fall from
my swollen eyes.
All my tears have fallen,
now my eyes remain swollen.
A sweet smile on my face
– a weak light in the winds of loneliness.
Each time a friendship begins,
each break in my heart deepens.
I entrust my heart, all my emotions
only to be drowned in betrayal.
Now – my heart bruised and ravaged
is captured behind walls of fear and doubt..
My heart is buffeted from bruising, from myself:
Loneliness whistles entry.
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