14 May, 2014

A Graceful Plea for Help

Before I know it
My tears are out
Rolling down my face
Like silver drops.

I try so hard 
To stop them from flowing
But my angst-filled mind 
Fails to control them.

In the heat of the moment
In the passion of rage
My tears pour out
Like furious rain
The tempest within me
Urges them on
Before I know it
I’m a wrecking, bitter storm.

I’ve tried so hard
To stop it overpowering me
A challenge hard to dominate
It always gets the best of me.

Some day, one day perhaps
From this torment I will be free
And handle this torrid emotion 
Grace-fully.


Venice