#WritcoPoemPrompt93

Sometimes words are not best spoken, but written.

The mirror of your mind is shattered.
And the walls of your heart are cracked.
The whisper of your hope is no longer.
And the sound of your joy seems to get farther away.
Your emotions are slowly slipping off a cliff into abyss.
Your tears are dried like the sand in the dunes.
Your voice is like a whisper in the wind.
And your eyes show pain and hurt.
Your mind ponders why you were given this pain.
It wonders why you have to deal with the sorrow.

Before yours eyes drift closed, you realize you don't know what the pain is.
It was simply something made up.
Something from the depths of your mind that was hidden in the shadows.
Something that needed to be found.


© @darkasknight