count the tears that roll down my broken,
heart,
feel the pain that roam around these eyes, ,
of ice,
chain the soul to the guard with keys,
sugar the sour emotions that flow,
with water of salt,
colour the body with ink of blood which,
comes from the lips of red,
reasons i speak, words i hear, steps i see,
are never opened to the world outside,
my glass walls comfort and peace
Sharron Stephenson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glass-and-tears/
