Tears Within Poem by Steven Robinson

I don't need this anymore,
this anger, sorrow, building up inside me.
For it is not right,
I should set it free.

Why do I write this?
no answer can I give,
but, a release, I hope it to be,
for the tears I hold within.

Sadness is pain to my heart,
today and seemingly ever the morrow.
I cannot express my thoughts,
or search for the answer to my sorrow.

My thoughts are disordered, confused.
Trying to reorganise my mind is a hard task.
These thoughts flee, prancing, dancing,
within my head, just out of grasp.

As I write, I feel;
a sudden burst of tears flood my eye.
This painful sorrow is to deep to rid from within,
as the minutes past by.

It is time to end;
this which is both depressing and sad.
I begin to witness the departure of my internal sorrow,
or has it begun to hide, be masked?
or simply, into my inner self to burrow?