Awaiting the Rain
I am but a wailing wall for the broken, a bottomless well where all their pains come to vanish, all the tears they shed, all the smothered screams they fail to cry, and the shattered glass of their fragile hearts, I take it all in, as it dies within, killing a part of me as it drowns.
I close my eyes as I strip a smile off my face and redraw it on theirs, but the well is running dry…
… I’m running out of smile.
H.Q.
20:46
Sat. 30/03/2013
Calendar Queen
Once fragile, now reborn, I give you my light in the shadow. My heart and soul are but a sea which only longs to diminish your drought of despair. For when you open your eyes , the atonement shall be fulfilled. Finally the recompense…a smile…..