Internal Tears

A bleak and wintry cold invades and takes a hold of this heart and hostage mind gripping emotion’s buried shrapnel, twisting hard and fast, wreaking vengeance of a kind. Yet still there is control of this dark and personal soul where the past is held repressed subjugated by denial’s tyranny, tethered out of reach fear and anger bare suppressed. The tears I have shed in mind’s eye were always red, dusty and freeze-dried, behind a stonewall resolve where no other eyes could see they were always shed inside. Hanging numb in this despair, making out I do not care and you watch but do not see, rendered sightless by snow blindness, oblivious to my internal tears flowed silently and free...