Salty Cheeks
The sun has gone, the moon looks down
Casting pale shadows on the ground
And I sit silent, unable to sleep,
That pale face looking onto salty cheeks
All alone, with the host of fears
No one else can see these tears
That come screaming from my eyes
The silent stream that springs from lies
Lies that my ragged heart holds dear,
Spun from doubt, self hate and fear
Their silken pain slides through my head
At night when comfort stays unsaid
This night is no exception from the rest
And rest is missing in its place a test
Testing my resolve to carry on;
To bear this heartache and then move on.
But it’s hard to move when chained to doubt,
Shackled so long I’ve lost the will to shout
For help. Help that I thought wouldn’t come
But here comes the dawn, up comes the sun
I take a breath; air fills my chest
I walk to the sink and do my best
To wipe away the tears that replaced sleep
But water only ever cleans skin deep
I won’t hold on, I can’t let go
I want to break this chain of woe
And after all these wraith like weeks
To finally be rid of salty cheeks.
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