There is heat in my breath
Causing steam to rise
With my every sigh
The anguish is held tightly
Like a secret
I cannot let it out
I fear
The agony rises within
To the break over point
The pain slides out
Like felt on glass
Smooth and silently
As bitter tears flow
Ever inwardly
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
I See Through
PuisiPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.
