Blank Stares

Klentched fists

Knuckles gone white.

Break and blow?

Maybe, I might. 

The trauma of falling... after standing SO tall

Blank stares from deep corners, deaf from their shreaking calls.

The knots in my heart

Coming undone 

Still feeling no pain, after awakening, I run. 

Far

Far

Away

To my oasis

Blank stares from deep corners

With unfimiliar faces.