Pained

Is this emotion seared upon my face?
Can I wipe it from my shoulder?
It feels as though it is crawling through my blood
staining every crevice it hits,
poisoning my whole body.
My eyes fill with tears again
and I cringe at the thought of once again
crying until my entire face hurts
from the sorrows that pour forth.

Silhouette

Silhouette, the train passes me by
and you pass in ripples across its silvery exterior.
I watch depressed in this moment
thinking my dreams will only remain a silhouette
of whom I'm called to be,
who yearns to live as in this moment,
who eludes me as my shadow does
existing yet not living.