Tears

I am a dam
Blocking water from flowing
Freely.

Who am I to stop water?
I am the dam
And I refuse to let it flow.

It's building up against me
No! I refuse
I won't let it!

It's relentless in it's struggle
It's determinded
To be free.

Like a fist
It punches me in the stomach
I am weakened.

But I hold steadfast
I am down
But not out.

WAM!
Another blow
Stronger this time.

My stomach turns
I groan.
Long and meaningful.

WAM!
BAM!
SLAM!

I tremble and shake
I struggle to hold in there
Slowly but surely, I begin to crack.

Suddenly I burst!
They tumble down like a waterfall
With the force of wild mustangs.

Oh! The pain.
The pressure.
The utter defeat.

The tears are free
The pain-filled tears are free
And so, I cry.





Poetry by Nightingale21
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Written on 2008-06-01 at 04:12

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Elle
It can be so hard holding back the tears, sometimes the dam has to break - you describe it well

Elle x
2008-06-01