tiny soldiers

their sneaking up on me
collecting themselves
ready to wage a war
against me
preparing to take the battle
against my face
and my mind
as they roll down my face
those tiny salty soldiers
threatening
to blow my cover
threatening
to expose me
as who i am
weak
threatening to stream
down my cheeks
in hot wet bursts
altering my eyes
to a bloodshot mess
completly destroying
my vision
taking away my free will
my ability to will them away
these tears
these little tear soldiers.
wageing a war
against my false
"im okays"
and
"nothing's wrong's"
and at this moment.
their winning

Reviews

[melissa]

Awsome poem