Tear Drop

In a Hallway made of glass
my foot falls echo deep.

The imprints of memories past
dance with partners made of shadows.

Jogging past mirrored walls
my heart treads loudly against my breast.

The nightmare that plagues my sleep
now haunts my waking state.

My hands shake, sweat pours down my face,
my eyes sting and salt I do taste.

Glass shatters memories retreat, heart slows down
and i am nothing but a tear drop running down my loved ones face.


NJShotwell
10-9-06