In this place things are unadulterated
eyes are red, puffy,............. irritated
and you go on

I'm trying to sort these things out,
while all my thoughts dance about
and you go on

not a clue do you have of this hurt I'm feeling
when what looks like rage is my appealing
you go on

times are hard and I am not
happy seasons I have forgot
all the time I long for you and yours
and your love I try to earn with chores
and you go on

you fret and fight
with all your might
I try to do my best
no good
I'm misunderstood......
........again

this is why I like this place
with times ahead we appraise
through the drops
and all the flops
no clue is given
as to mine hidden
and you go on not knowing
of these tears of mine flowing
I cant replace this worlds transfer
and it eats at me like an unknown cancer
flea from this I will not
and of my love for you a number is not
as I dry my tears and that which have fallen on me
I put on my costume and the mold of the free

another day perhaps.
....we will see.

by Unheardof
Justin H. Sanderson