Hundreds of salt-less tears
Running, rolling
Tripping, falling
Down my window pane.
They blur my bedroom’s eye
Speckle the light
Which tries in vain
To warm the inside walls.
When the sun is concealed
The white darkens
And the room is left damp grey,
Within I’m drowning dry,
Under the weight of bad news .
My mind is alone;
While my body slowly breathes,
I suffocate inside.
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