I swear I am not as angst filled as my poetry might suggest. 🙂
I cried for you.
Drenching my pillow.
Liquid fragments of a broken soul.
They left a trail from my heart to my cheek.
so much angst and sorrow.
a ballad of a dark kind of madness.
Tears falling down.
Each drop a cadence of gut wrenching pain.
The reverberation of nothing and everything.
In a crescendo of grief.
Leaving me mute.
My version of “Clean”