absent screams

I had a dream one night. I was sitting right in front of you you did not see me. You only saw the shattered window behind me you saw the pain and heard the absent screams. The tears you fight so hard to conceal escape from their lonely prisons they slip slowly down to that carefully pasted smile and the only sound in the room is the rain leaking into the room through the holes forged by life. Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 02:39 AM PST   10 • 0