Tears Still Stream...

I close my eyes in a tunnel of darkness. There I stare alone into my lonely home. Under my eye there stays a tear the tear is actually my fear. The pain in my chest is the of no rest. The loud blast is the sound of my past being poured into my broken glass of shattered dreams. Down my face my tears still stream.

by Spawn Wheeler

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