Tears flow down my face
In silent lonely whispers,
A site no man can claim!
In secret corners and lowly places,
Does my heart erupt in water;
I let it all simmer,
And build up the pressure
’til it all becomes too much,
Flowing over like a volcano,
Where silent screams
Force themselves between sobs,
And there are no shoulders
To rest the heavy load;
Crying in the dark places,
So mine foe sees no weakness,
Friends see only what shown;
But sainted eyes see more,
See beyond the armor,
Between the fictitious lines,
Into my fragile heart and its tears
© 2014 – V. A. Coote