Day 192
05.09.2014
Topic: Diamonds
Topic given by Just_jeniffer

Surgeon cut
Rough to touch
Polished by the blood on his hands
He has been shaped since childhood
A master of his trade
Diamonds crushed
Diamonds made
Diamonds sold
Just like his friends
He works
He reflects
He sleeps
Not young enough to weep
Anymore
So he hides his tears in the reflection of his pure diamonds

He wishes he was just as pure
But he was never given the love
He gave to his diamonds
They only shaped his surface
Only one layer
And left the rest to devour the sunshine