To Cry.

(We know I dont do rhyme, thought I would dabble a bit)

My mind sits in wonder
As my tears sit in wait
Fear all consuming
Comfort comes too late

I shan’t let you win
Taunting saltiness beneath the lid
Pushing, forcing, teasing
This crying I forbid

Sobbing is beneath me
And tears are my foe
Don’t make me turn out to be
Someone I don’t know

We fight and fight
The battle you have won
Your warm path you take
Strength I have none

This waste of water
Stop! No more I say…
Yet you persist
You come down anyway

Finally I am broken
Left spent upon the floor
My pillow stained and soaking
I beg, please, no more

So I am left to wonder
My mind works overtime
I am still the same person
My emotion is still mine

Perhaps it doesn’t help to cry
Though clarity awaits
No matter how hard you try
Once they come… it’s too late

Author: Moonsomnia

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