The Tears Shall Be the Herald
It starts softly inside
Growing with each word
Suppressed with great ease
Not even known in its infancy
But ever building, ever burning
Eating your restraint's walls away
Fading humor the first internal sign
Snapping comments soon to follow
Booming voice racing irresistibly quick
Prolific profanity fast on their trailing heels
Words become clipped, the tone grows hoarse
The actions seem berserk, the mind barely in control
And then...
The tears shall be the herald
Of the true rage to follow
The tears shall be the herald
Of the pain I will inflict
The tears shall be the herald
When the pressures inside
Bring water to my eyes
The tears shall be the herald
And the fear becomes truth
The tears shall be the herald
Copyright © Trista Whaley | Year Posted 2008
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