Heart

Bright sun resumes once more
Painfully bright bliss floords my retinae

One week later I pick up the pieces
I try to dam up the river of tears

They cease and flow, flow after a drought

I pull the plug

And scrape

Until nil remains to hide.

Reviews

[Brandon Jursich]

Excellent ,its beautiful and dark as broken hearts tend to embody

[Tim]

The residue of pain or loss is expelled through tears. The sun always shines again.