I have no more tears inside me
I've wept them out like rain,
Til nothing's left to cry out
And I can feel no pain.

The stones Life threw left bruises
Each mark, a badge of shame-
But Life can't hurt me further,
There's nothing left to maim.

There's nothing left to feel now
I'm like the walking dead,
No smiles or tears to offer,
No dreams inside my head.

No pulsing orbs of feeling,
No fibers left inside,
My heart is pocked with pellets,
From the tears that I have cried.

So Life, don't come round smilin'
I'll never let you in--
You'd just pummel my defenses
And make me feel again...

Sharon Frye
© 2005