Pity Party

Another moment of silence for the pity of self you have cloaked yourself in Deep, sunken eyes from the tears which you've shed Can't see the trench you have dug in your wake or the shadow of silence you've swallowed. Blow up the moon like a luma balloon pinched with two fingers in check Let it all go like a one woman show and the pull of the room, the four colored walls saps all it's strength till it's hollow. It's a parallel you as you pant till you're blue and cold like the ground in April Songs in your heart have been shredded apart as the sadness of self, this unmovable rock has bled all your oceans sand shallow. Another moment of silence and we watch as the act falls with tears to the ground I wish you integrity, a moment of clarity when perspective of self, of the speck of dust that we are absorbs all the weep which you wallow...