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Red Eyes

November 13, 2019
By Anonymous

My vision burns with water;
Its salt streaks down my face.
The world is blurred around me,
And I don't know me place.

Why did this happen?
Why does anything happen?
I ask myself these questions,
Knowing I won't get an answer.

My head spins,
My heart aches,
My hands shake,
And the floor sways beneath my feet.

As the world gets clearer,
I get my answer:
It doesn't matter.


The author's comments:

I decided to share another old poem of mine. In my opinion, crying and writing can sometimes serve the same purpose: just to get the stress out of the way, just a different form of expression.

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