tears that fall from the gentle face are tears of.....
emptiness, pain, sorrow and loss
the faith in herself lost like someone lost beloved.
walking marking the ends of her hands with a cross
as she slowly pulls the knife in the shapes in the mirrors
each drop of blood represents the feelings of the gentle face
weight, looks, boys, grades and the deepest darkest fears
to face them would be the worse feeling removing the dark trace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem - darkness that haunts me. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.