My tears they fall
Like the lonely rain
Alone in my head
Tormented by my pain
Behind the facade of a smile
I hide my intense sorrow
My own daily torture of
What will come tomorrow?
Incoherently I travel
on this train called life
A cavity replacing my soul
The product of my strife
I am my own island
isolated yet not free
I wonder how I became
This island of me
Copyright ©2008 Waynette M Redwing
I wrote this about 5 years ago when I was going through a very tough time and had completely lost who I was due to the situation I was in.
