Kim Foyle

In the late hours of night,
and the early hours of morn:
Silent tears fall from
my swollen eyes.

All my tears have fallen,
now my eyes remain swollen.
A sweet smile on my face
—a weak light in the winds of loneliness.

Each time a friendship begins
each break in my heart deepens.
I entrust my heart, all my emotions
only to be drowned in betrayal.

Now—my heart bruised and ravaged
is captured behind walls of fear and doubt.
My heart is buffeted from bruising,
from myself:

Loneliness whistles entry…


Kim is a writer who lives in South Africa and is currently working on first novel. She can be reached at last_lines[at]hotmail.com.

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