Poetry

"Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved."

First Draft:

The art of crying

A burst of anguish

A tormented cry of agony

Raw, open and bleeding

Harsh, choking and terrible

A silent steady stream-

Flowing from eyes,

Overcome already,

From a lifetime of tears.

A stunned silence

A slowly engulfing numbness

Paralyzing, incapacitating and piercing

Weary, desperate and resigned

An uneasy realization-

Seeping from wounds,

Transgressed upon before,

That life must continue on. 

-S. Scholl

1 July 2011