I am posting this for a friend...I call him Ty. He shared this with me, and I share it with you.. Happiness escapes me..tears are all I let slip through the broken pores..stinging heat against the cold white cheeks like a porcelin doll so kept in captivating sleep...is it sleep or so more madness..a coma of numb era played upon the pieces of a shattered heart..a lose of love..a twist of glass into the flesh within the flash of daylights break..the sky will fall..as heavens shake..the roses wilt..the lovers die..in the end..all thats left for me to do is sit and cry..ponder on the life I live...locked away with nothing left to give..not heart or love for its both turned black..as cold as ice of the artic sea...that is what is left for me...nothing at all..not even me..never happy...never..free..." In spite of what you feel, Ty...Love you. ** hugs **

Oh, this gives me a stomachache (hmm, that's a good thing). Very sad and powerful.

Nice use of analogies - the porcelain doll, the ice of the Artic sea, etc. He used a few of the standards in poetry like love for roses, love turning black, but it keeps the poem grounded and touchable. Thanks for sharing.