Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Dry Tears

My tears run in my veins like
The waters of a secret river
Hidden but ceaselessly flowing

I cry silently in vain while
Waves of grief fragmenting
My inner sanctum break

And memories, oh! they hound
Like the caverns in Xanadu silent
With a war waged underneath

I too want to soften and cry
Crumble like the earth wasted
Yet that’s a luxury I can’t afford