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A faint whimpering can be heard, though barely
Through a pillow littered with patches of salt-stained misery.

And my cheeks burn as the sorrow trickles down my face,
Stopping but briefly to collect at my chin
And drop as one unto my breast,
Signifying my defeat.

I have been broken.
Though secretly, and as I sit here amongst these unfeeling walls of despair,
I begin to gather my senses and rebuild those walls; taller. Thicker. Stronger.

Mistake this not as the bitter taste of tears and regret,
But rather,
As tears whose taste reflects uncertainty and anxiety.

If there weren’t so many hurdles to overcome, I would leave tonight


Fate holds on tight
As we stumble on through life

-K.J. Hackett

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The following comments are for "Of Tears and Stars"
by xRaven91x

been there
I really felt an affinity for this piece, probably because I have been in that place in the past. I could "feel" the essence of the poem; it spoke volumes in a few short lines. Well done.

( Posted by: mollie777 [Member] On: February 10, 2006 )

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