The lines are blurred by my watery eyes
The tears I cry rain down upon my lips
I taste the salt running through my cracks
The lines are blurred by my sobs
The wails escape my lips
I shudder in the cold as my skin freezes over.
The lines are blurred by my pain
The ache I feel in my heart
Tears me apart, as I unravel at the seams.
Like my grandmothers old blanket the one I used to cuddle with to sleep.
The one the dried my tears and now I am without as I weep.
I wish I could sleep, but my agony keeps me awake.
Keeps the silence of sleep at bay.
The lines are blurred
And I cannot see the end,
Nor where I began.