Venomous Tears

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A cold, miserable hand reaches through the night.
Brushing my skin, through my mind.
It steals the happiness I once knew.
I awake with venomous tears.
Incapable heart.
Unwavering hands.
Never ceasing, although reasons there are none.
That hand is all I know,
Yet I know not enough.
They try to help me, though there is no solution.
Let me suffer.
I am the only one who may find a way back to myself.
These venomous tears are mine alone.





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Lexie96 said...
Nov. 6, 2011 at 4:32 pm

I like it and the title really grabbed me... I'm like, okay, it's time to get down to business :) The end is really good, as is the rest of the poem... it molds together very nicely.

Check out my work if you have a chance... I'd love to hear from you.

 
MaggieElaine This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Nov. 16, 2011 at 6:05 pm
Oh, thank you so much (: And of course I will
 
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