Through my eyes come an ocean of tears.
Like the ocean they have no end.
Trembling like a shakey tomb.
And singing like a statue.
My blind eyes match my hart.
With the silence screams.
So this internal hurt may just be known.
Im shattered inside.
Shattered like a pane of glass.
Darkness is now my daylight.
And my ghosts come from the shadows.
With nothing shineing as it once did.
I imagine unconusiously.
And am pretending to sleep.
But I still hurt as ever.
As I realise.
Nothing is what it seems
Amy Kerswell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-my-eyes-and-fears/
