My shattered tears cuts at my moment,
still bleeding from my hurt,
searching for the canvas of my tears.
The trampling of my shadow darkens my step,
Falls from my side curled in a black corner,
watching from the distance.
I feel my honesty slowing me down,
while I walk to my finish.
My tears are the cheating sequence of
my sweat and my sweat is the
driven wetness of my honesty.
Where is the pain?
Why can't I feel you?
Where have you gone?
Where can I go to dry my tears
and look for
the next day?