Open is my masters vessel, <br />pain has stole the door. <br />So many seems has welcomed self, <br />to steal all worth plus more. <br />Dizzy is his thoughts and mind, <br />his sight is blurred by tears. <br />Untrusting everything he sees, <br />by lies he lives in fear. <br />Love is all he really wants, <br />he gets just taunts and dancing. <br />Shriveled up and crippling, <br />prudishness romancing. <br />He does not rest, <br />he does not sleep, <br />he does not nothing more. <br />And everyday it just gets worse, <br />nothing for the better. <br />And no one true would even read, <br />if his tears wrote a letter...<br /><br />saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-my-tears-wrote-a-letter/
