And the Tears Come Softly

And the Tears Come Softly
AK December 2008

The restlessness shreds me in scattered pieces.
An agitation moving from end back to start.
Discontented with the life I am living;
Disoriented in head and in heart.
Can’t makes sense
Of what all I am missing.
Can’t understand
Why this feeling thrives
Lost in the abyss of unsettling notions,
My spirit is dead
Though my body’s alive.

And the tears come softly.
The sobs come gently.
Confusion controlling;
My soul lacks consoling,
And the tears come softly down.

Alone by myself
My thoughts to ponder
Consumed by,
Overwhelmed by,
All that I wonder.
No one to hear
My anguished sighs.
No one to question
My silent cries.
Can’t weigh down the shoulders of those I can’t find.
So the burden of the world I must carry is mine.

And the tears come softly;
The sobs come gently.
No one around,
My cries make not a sound,
And the tears come softly down.

Something’s not right
Something’s quite wrong.
The chorus of all I that I am
Plays a sad, melancholy song.
Lost in the chaos
(Of all I don’t know).
Numb to the pain
(With scars I can’t show).
Wishing my eyes were pouring than leaking
A balm to the pleading
That my heart would stop bleeding
But this slow release is all I know.

And the tears come softly.
The sobs come gently.
The brokenness inside,
The hurt that I hide.
And the tears come softly down.