Smudge
By Sigh on Sunday
Moisture
Under my eye
Blurred vision before me
The touch of my tender thumb
Wiping away the salty droplet
I stare
Into the grey,
Cloudy globule
As it disperses, vanishes into
The grooves of my fingertip
Take with you
My sorrow
My guilt
This lingering confusion
Please
It solves nothing
Tears
Just the like our parents
Explained
How Id like to forget
Aftermath
Red lines
Down my cheek
The mark of
My selfishness
But I
Did not cause these
Tears
Just merely the victim of
Confusion
The
Victim
Of
My
Tears
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© 2006 Sigh on Sunday
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On Sunday, March 30, 2008, MESUN
(230) wrote:
This certainly reminds me of all the times I just wished for it all to go away. "Take with you My sorrow My guilt." That line hit me hard. Such simple way to put something so complex. Good write.
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A former member wrote:
amazing.... your words pierced my heart deeply.... I've cried soo many tears that I forgot what the stood for..... they solve nothing but they make us human