I hide.
In my bed made of sorrow
In the dark….
alone.
Struggling…
Trying..
Not  to  think.
Because,,,
Thinking..
Doesn’t work.
I lie here
until I feel a single tear…
slide ever so slowly down my cheek.
I hear it softly hit the pillow.
Feel the tear trickle down my arm..
I hear it's soft echo of death
as it hits the floor below.
A sad sound.
Because that one tear..
was once filled with a thousand
hopes and dreams.
Hopes and dreams
of the innocent.
Hopes and dreams of
what could have been.
I fall asleep to the sound
of that lonely soft tear.
Echoing in my mind.
I awake the next morning to find..
A small but painful stain..
Nothing now but an insignificant reminder
Of a lonely dried up dream.

Erica Ivory