Shattered
My throat then choked. I couldn't look anymore.
I turned around and ran into the darkness,
stopping only when I got to the driftwood fence,
overlooking the stormy beach.
My fingers dug their way
into the nooks of the salt-drenched wood,
eyes blinking one, two, three, four times faster than usual,
staring out into the dark, empty horizon.
The night sky was pitch black,
the moon hidden behind the caressing finger-like clouds,
glowing like a translucent globe
on top of long, stretching silhouettes of bare tree branches.
As the wind blew deep through my bones,
chilling, shaking, piercing me with its forlorn cry,
yelling at my foolish incompetent,
I seem to lose the ability to speak.
Tasting my coppery blood in my mouth,
I didn't realize that I was grinding my teeth together,
holding back the urge to scream, cry, yell out
for the ebony ocean to hear all my troubles.
Time is forgotten; Reason is abandoned; Reality is blurred:
All that was there was pain without benevolence, without love.
I didn't realize that I was crying until
I tasted those teardrops, those salty teardrops.
Everything blurred into shapeless blobs.
They started pouring down my pale, cold cheeks
like midnight rain in midst of the empty darkness,
hidden in the shadows to only be seen by the moon, my sorrow.
I slumped down onto the cold, dew-covered blades of grass,
leaning against the driftwood stump,
pulling my knees close to my chest, rocking back and forth,
the entire time crying, knowing that I am alone,
alone to shed out my tears worth of caged-up emotions,
by the ever constant crashing waves of the beach,
in the ever patient eyes of a translucent moon,
within the ever comforting blanket of darkness of the night,
that reveals no secrets that is best left unsaid,
that reveals no lies that is best forgotten,
that reveals no cries that is best unheard,
that reveals no tears that is best unseen.