count the tears that roll down my broken, <br />heart, <br />feel the pain that roam around these eyes, , <br />of ice, <br /> <br />chain the soul to the guard with keys, <br /> <br />sugar the sour emotions that flow, <br />with water of salt, <br /> <br />colour the body with ink of blood which, <br />comes from the lips of red, <br /> <br />reasons i speak, words i hear, steps i see, <br />are never opened to the world outside, <br />my glass walls comfort and peace<br /><br />Sharron Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glass-and-tears/
