A waterfall of empty salty tears <br />is rushing down my stinging cheek. <br />A careless slap restored my fears; <br />my strengthened soul now wanders weak. <br /> <br />In shadows of restraint I weep, <br />imploring freedom's might to guide, <br />but apprehension's knife cuts deep; <br />amidst seclusion's warmth I'll hide. <br /> <br />The ebony flow of ink will bleed <br />in pools of inspirations lost, <br />as hands of silence choke the seed; <br />my dreams and aspirations tossed. <br /> <br />Behind a wall of doubt I'll stand <br />until my self-esteem renews, <br />then passion's pen will guide my hand <br />erasing shades of black and blues. <br /> <br />Like the winds the tune did fade <br />Quiet where the young once played <br />And with a smile from ear to ear <br />He shed his last forgotten tear<br /><br />DEEP DARK SOUL POET<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/salty-tears-2/
