Tear
Like rhythmic rain they fall
cold against my raw skin
bitter across my chapped lips
like words of hate and anger
poisonous to my young life
wounding my ragged heart
tearing apart my lost soul
constrained and contained
to the glass prision
bottled up and trapped by
my thumb pressing down
keeping them hidden with
a false smile
My clamped teeth bite back
the screams of defeat
my shirt soaked with rain
and tears
my body aching from the
internal fighting of man versus self
Copyright © John Reed | Year Posted 2019
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