Palms in hand <br />closed tightly fitting right into <br />the face. <br />steaming the tears falling <br />non stop. <br />planning a stop sign <br />a whole where i can stop <br />thinking im loosing <br />sickend almost as a dead weed <br />drooping towards the <br />hell of evil <br />as a deadly poisend rose. <br />the viens are <br />kiling stabbing within my <br />heart is eating away <br />as the love inside <br />has an attachted disease. <br />molds of the spreading water drops <br />steaming off my face. <br />with palms tightly in hand.<br /><br />Erin Hanson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sheding-water-drops/
