Fallen TearsA Poem by LeGaCy
My tears never simply falling but always collecting.
The past and the present always seem to be connecting. Tears creating endless pools of memories. I can't let these feelings ever get the best of me. I remain here calm, cool, and collected. My feelings are my down fall, so i stand corrected. You can't break the surface, if you cant understand the truth. The battle with my self is one i always seem to lose. I fight the demons in my past and the demons inside me. WIth these demons around ill never truly be free. Because i cry that doesn't make me any less of a man. Though i cry the true me you'll never understand. I cry with the little boy that's inside. Inside with the little boy is where i reside. The tears inside are the tears that i cry. The true me you can say resides inside. Inside the man who doesn't cry. But with the boy who knows how to cry. I counted my fallen tears time and time again. I stand alone in the cracks between heaven and hell reaching for gods hand. My falling tears are there for the soldiers that fell. The devil made me an offer but this soul i wont sell. I sit listening to the cries of the people and the cries of the bullet. Not knowing why it cried and possibly who extracted it. See i've cried and my tears have collected beneath me. Making it harder to carry on with the extra baggage. But i will carry on, i will rise. Because one day, one day these tears will have dried. I will stand up once again i will walk freely. These tears that have fallen, have fallen enough. Im done crying, done collecting. Now i'm fighting. No more tears no more puddles. But i will not forget those tears that have fallen and collected, for those are the tears that have driven me and motivated me today. See im stronger now, more wiser. No more will i cry, but for once in my life i will smile.
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3 Reviews Added on March 30, 2010 Last Updated on March 30, 2010 AuthorLeGaCyspring valley, NYAboutWell theres not to much to say about me. Im a humble, open minded kind of guy. One who tries to understand his surroundings to the best of his abilities. Poetry has been my escape from the world and h.. more..Writing
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