Whitney Stewart

My Silent Cries

Why do these tears keep coming?
As every tear rolls down my cheek, like a crystal ball down a peach colored hill, another problem surfaces
The more tears come, the more I cry out for help
The more I cry out, the more I realize I'm alone.
Loneliness eats at my soul like a vulture circling me until I fall
Still the tears won't stop
My eyes search these crowded halls for comfort and when none is found, these eyes close
The tears stop, but these eyes never open
All is silent now

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