This was a poem I wrote, totally about how I felt that day, and how I feel so many days sometimes...


JANUARY 26th

The taste of tears,
in a room,
on a bed,
through my fingers
the light rises and falls:
silvered blush to
shadeless gray,
the unspoken suffering
bleeds the skin hue
and drains away.
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"Always be kinder than necessary, you never know what someone is going through."-Anonymous Quote

My website, Songs of the Universal Vagabond, http://redhaircrow.com/

My story on MS forums: http://www.malesurvivor.org/board/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&Number=390668#Post390668