Numbed out

Not one tear-drop flows from those eyes

Dry have they become like an exhausted stream

Words don’t hurt no more, stale

And much worn out are they as dirty rags,

That does nothing but filth more.

Loud shrill screams echo through the room

Waking even the dead from their graves.

Accusations fly everywhere, against her

As she sits mum in her chair, staring ahead

Fists clenching, fighting to play deaf.

But those words, sharper than knifes

Embed themselves within her heart and her numb brain

Agonizing, she can bear the pain no more.

Self proclaimed witness accounts testify for her ‘misdeeds’

Those she knew with all heart, she’d detest to do.

Her tightly clenched jaw slackens and her lip trembles.

Her mind screams out and head bursts with pain

But still no tears fall out

She cannot cry anymore, and the want to scream heightens

Just then everything falls silent.

Those spiteful eyes shift gaze and carry away downstairs

Probably satisfied at the sight of a crumbling soul.

Left alone in the room is she

Embraced in her own arms, holding herself tight

Gulping down the last dregs of poison

In the words that she did receive

A lisp, a choke, a rattled breath

Issue from her trembling lips

But not one tear drop falls from her lost eyes.

Oblivious to the agony the world sleeps

And she cries all night, still no tears in those lonesome eyes.