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