Illegitimi non carborundum

The silent scream of pain

Escapes your iron control

Through your hands, and your eyes;

Again and again and again.

The invisible tears of loneliness

Flow softly over time-worn skin,

Bathing the needless wounds

And contouring your scars with saltiness.

I can feel your knife-blade of rejection,

That does not answer reason’s call,

But follows your need for self-destruction:

It is inevitable that you stumble and fall.

(c) 2ndwitch, 01/05/08