Me and my tears

This shattered glass
cuts at my moment, still
bleeding from my hurt,
searching for the
canvas of my tears.

The trampling of my
shadow darkens my step,
Falls from my side
curled in a corner,
watching from the distance.

I feel my honesty slowing
me down, smiling, while
I walk to my finish.
My tears are the CHEATING
sequence of my sweat and
my sweat is the driven
wetness of my honesty.

Where is pain, Why can't
I feel you. Where have you
gone.

Where can I go to dry
my tears, and look for
the next day?