My Heart Cries Tears

This stormy evening,

as, we wait for the train.

quietly I sit across from you.

In this dark, musty, wooden room,

I watch you.

I begin to feel sympathy for you, while

I begin to feel your pain.

I watch your eyes.

Your vision blurred by your past being replayed

over and over in your mind.

You gently close them,

hoping to drift off into fiction,

but your eyelids only sharpen

the images in your mind.

I feel your heart-beat, off-time.

Faster, slower.

Slower, faster.

I see your hands,

shaking from years of fear and torment.

Fingers interweaved, so tightly clenched,

turn your knuckles white.

I hear the taps of your foot on this hollow ground,

resonating through the ears of the strangers around.

Nervously, you hold a constant pulse.

Subconsciously you have a need to keep moving.

For I wish you to know.

As I sit here, on my own bench, in peace,

watching your life,

My foot taps in sync with yours.

My hands are folded with yours, but in prayer.

My very own heart cries tears for you.

You're not alone.

Reviews

[SamiFarah]

ugh i love this one!!!!!!
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aww get it!!
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