Where I Stood

Posted on 2003-08-11

Every teardrop in every sky,
Cracks my heart as it falls.
Every salty bead,
Crashes into sun stained scars.

Strength is not a virtue.
It seems I fell a great callous height,
Remorseless in its halt.
I fear I have not fallen,
The whole harsh height.

Every jewel of hurt,
Collides with my shattered heart.
A boundless height I descend.
I don't want to land,
Where I stood before.

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