September 25, 2008
By Anonymous

There he is.
That haunting shard of glass
who glints so slightly in the darkness
that encompasses me.

My eyes do not know his face,
but they somehow recognize
its features.

His lips, doused in the sweet
nectar of his blurred reality.
His nose, dusted in the icy winter
snow of addiction.
His eyes, overflowing with the pain of memories,
yet empty.
Devoid of all hope.

I look at him,
try to understand him,
try to put together the pieces
of his broken soul.

But I cant.
It is too dark.
I can see nothing
but myself.

The author's comments:
For the sake of the piece, I think that whoever reads this should know that it was written by a girl. It gives it a completely different meaning.

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on Jan. 18 2010 at 1:54 am
SolvoAnimus BRONZE, Jamaica, New York
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I can understand how you feel...

With the girl I love....every single feature she has I can write poems in great detail, like you did with this piece.



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