Poem # 155 No more tears......

 

When poems start to flow, one after another,
I know the peace I crave, is just around the corner;
A quick jettison of my emotions, into words sea,
No more tears, I need to find me.

The only way, I can master my forever chaos,

Is to pen them down, as beautiful sonnets;

With the words weave, out flow my emotions,

No more tears, is my general notion.

When you show passion in all you love,

You attract complex, like a magnetic trough;

Life is hard, for an empath who feels,

No more tears, it's very hard to deal.

Many a time, when I revisit, the poems I wrote,

I relive each moment, each smiling and teary thought;

The good thing is, I capture both my highs and my lows,

No more tears, over my life's wins and throes.

When poems start to flow, one after the other,
I know the peace I crave, is just around the corner;
A quick jettison, of my emotions into words sea,
No more tears, I need to find me.