Behind My Cluttered Wall Poem by CARLOS P MARTINEZ

I hear the pitter patter,
of my teardrops as they fall.
I'm alone in fear and darkness,
behind my clutterd wall.
I see the lightning dancing,
across the gloomy sky.
I catch a glimpse of death,
from the corner of my eye.
If I make it to the dawning,
and the teardrops cease to fall.
I again will try my dam-dest,
to clean my cluttered wall.
It's hell to live in pain,
and pretend a happy smile.
the feelings getting stronger,
I'll be gone in just a while.
Well hell here comes the dawn,
and the sun lights up the skies
The pain is gone for just a while,
the tears have left my eyes.
As each year slowly passes,
and each day, brings the dawn.
I'll continue living with my pain,
until I'm old and gone.