Tears That Dare

In my daily routine I find that I
May strive relentlessly to no avail.
My head progressively is caught in ail
For my eyes forbid to let it pass by,
Letting me rely on the heavy sighs.
I don’t strive too far for the holy grail
Nor do I want to grandiosely wail.
All I want is to give in to the cry,
But these are the tears that dare not release.
Snug in the torment my mind will not cease
Neither expel nor evict the tenant.
Tears, they house behind my cellophane skin
Eroding the skull, directly within;
Yet I roam pretending life is pleasant.


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s