by Ana M Torres
Brown eyes in tears;
She's drowning in fears,
Filled with self hate
To go with bad years.
Brown eyes tear up;
with rain that relates;
Let it pour down
and soothe her self hate.
Brown eyes with rain;
close with the wind,
Hugging herself ;
for she just can't win.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Ana M. Torres is a published author and poet. She published novels Love Child and its sequels Child No More, and Child Scorned. She is also the author of three Christmas/short story poetry books J and K Christmas, and the sole Shadowed Tears. She was born in New York and is the mother of two boys Jason and Kristofer.
Last updated September 17, 2015