Touch The Tears
To Marcy Howard
As the monster grows inside;he roams throughout the night,
While the memories swallow him;blocking out all light,
Though he walks and moves about;inside he feels dead,
Choking on the atmosphere; and the things he’s been force fed.
The memories prevent him;from ever being whole,
As he believed with all his might;and gave away his soul,
His match was found but ran away;influenced by the past,
Living in a shadowed world;in the shadows memory cast.
The darkness now holds out its hand;to a path that he once knew,
Forgetting all his human traits; but holding his belief in you,
Though the heart slowly beats;its tempo has no sound,
Even though he’s dead inside;love is the thing he’s found.
Bitterness is not his role; but his faith in people is now gone,
Lost inside the promises; that never came along,
Blame is not the issue;for pain is now his fate,
As he touches the steady tears;has love arrived to late.
While the tears come from his soul; he tastes the salty flow,
Then he slowly realizes;this flow of tears will only grow,
All my faith rests in you; now lost in realized fears,
And the only comfort found;is when he touches the tears!
Only you.
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