A pin prick,
All that was required
Was a pin prick,
To break the ice
Underneath which was stashed
All my tears.
The glass was full already,
On the brink of bursting
And all it needed was a pin prick
To break it n let all tears loose.
They flow like a river today
Tasting freedom after ages.
Out they pour, and mix with blood,
Which flows from the cuts I made,
Bringing me back to where I had been
Months back fighting myself and reality.
It’s no end, nor the beginning,
To anything,
Nor will it ever be.
It is...
Merely a loophole, which I’ll walk forever.
~k~




















