Quiet Grief

Cries of boyhood angst
Are free 
From my bitten tongue 

Yet no truth prevails
No heartache can crawl 
From the ruins 
Of my war-torn conscience 

The toll
Of harbored sorrow 
Shall beckon forever more 

Never daring to clamor 
For the waiting arms 
Of the crude and heinous world

Never to draw 
The care of roving eyes 
That have seen 
All of the same

Collapse

 
Like a dam
On the verge of ruin
Groaning in the swell
Of heartache and tribulation

Inching close
To the sorrowful truth
Of unwavering desolation

It all rushes forth
At fortitude’s quick demise
As the foaming currents rage
Reveling and thrashing
In new found liberation

Beneath confession’s might
I crumble with haste
Undone by frigid waves
In the vicious draining of mayhem

How I dispatch turmoil
To the shock and dismay of kin
Their stern hopes swept away
By the tussling secrets
I've barred deep inside