mid night poetry( part 1)

tears

Not very often if not almost never

Do tears escape these blue eyes of mine

More likely will a droplet form from laughter

Then from a wound or emotional distress

The ducts of these baby blues are parched

Too many tears have been shed in the past

No longer are they able to provide an escape

For the torment that is still trapped within

Bottling up is not something that I do

So don't dissect my issue to that

I will talk freely about the traumas inside

These tears however see no sign of escape

While my heart and my emotions

Continue to be hopeful for things that could be

My sense of logic commands my peepers to let loose

but Still nothing comes flowing freely like it should

Memories of the past terrorize me daily

My mind knows that a good shedding of tears would help

Yet still nothing flows from these bright blue orbs 

Not one drop for the things that should be cried free

I kneel down and pray to my father God in Heaven

For him I am able to break down and weep in solitude 

The feeling as tears pour out to him are such a liberation

As the tension unwinds and peace overcomes me

But for the moments of depression no tears will fall

At that time where they are most needed to comfort

They continue to refrain from being the healing drug they can be

and Continue to remain buried somewhere deep inside of me