Just a little something I wrote a long long time ago.

Tears they fall abundant
I wonder why
I wonder how
I wish they'd stop,
but they don't yield.
I wonder how
I wonder why
I know they're mine
because they're on my lips...


I numb myself
I don't want to feel
but they won't stop...
they make me feel...
and then they flow
to prove that they're invincible
unstoppable
unyielding.


I narrow my eyes
and try to hold
them against their will...
but they trace rivulets
relentless
and ceaseless.
I want them to dry
but they're too wet.
They speak of fresh wounds,
over the old ones so true
and real and bleeding.
I wonder if God is kind
as they all say He is,
I wait for the sun to shine
but I know it's gone
to never return.
I cry but I don't want to feel
but the tears, Oh they just won't yield.