Tear Stained
by Complete Synch
They come and go.
Setting his mind alight.
Leaving him writhing.
In agony.
Flashing.
In front of his eyes.
Scrambled. Scattered.
Bits and pieces.
Just flying past.
To fast.
To comprehend.
But. Still there.
Images.
Ocean.
Candy.
Blue.
Cookies.
Pinetree.
Monsters.
Sharp.
Dull.
Moving.
Blurry.
Still.
Bright.
Sounds.
Traffic.
Lightning.
Roars.
Waves.
Rain.
Screams.
Laughter.
Soft.
Quiet.
Loud.
Harsh.
Mute.
All there.
For him.
To see.
To hear.
But. Never to remember.
Teasing. Taunting.
Every.
Minute.
Hour.
Every.
Day.
Week.
Month.
He reaches.
To grab them.
The images.
The sounds.
That will one day.
Be a memory.
But for now.
He'll take the scraps.
Because it's all he has.
To accompany him.
To reminisce.
What might have been.
As tears stain his cheeks.
And right now.
That's all he needs.
New style I'm trying out. Not really sure what it is - freeverse? - meh, I'll just call it that, sounds fancy.
So came to me at 1:31am last night - morning? - so I just typed it up on my phone.
Since it's the long weekend I thought I'd just post it.
You might have realised I write hurt/comfort, angst and tradgedy, if you like that stuff you could check out my other stories, but only if you want.
I warn you they're as crap as this.
Tell me what you think, please review. CC much appreciated.
~Synch~