#Loneliness
A glass teardrop was now shown
on the face of the unknown.
A gray mass of sadness
has fallen upon the masses,

A string of tangles and cries that are sharp
it is the bridge above the heart.
Disguised as the changing fate,
but it is actually a cry if hate.

Begging not to be broken
crying to not be left behind
circling around a dark token
trying to know what to find.

Across the core of the unknown,
a shallow cut breaks through.
Is this what my heart holds,
or is it just a dreadful hue?


-AlissaB.A