Though my feet are weary,
My soul is dashed and torn.
I cannot allow anyone to see
The inside, so forlorn.
I cannot cry.
I cannot cry..
I cannot cry...
I WILL NOT cry.
Though I am here,
My heart is left at home
Attached to the sleeve of my love
I cannot cry, I will not cry,
For my mind will not allow
Any type of weakness, emotion to show,
It may be a fluke, a mistake, an interruption.
The sky has clouded over
My eyes, hair, mind have run grey.
I cannot cry, release my sins,
That must come another day.
Inside I'll hold these thoughts,
Feelings, ideas, apparitions too...
Ghosts of the past, of what I want to be,
I cannot cry...oh Lord no, I cannot...
I cannot..
I cannot.
Author notes
This is sort of an idea that's been bouncing around my head all day. Today was just a rotten, no good day.
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