Tears of a Trying Soul

Despite his efforts to get so far

He’s being told he’s trying to hard

Even though he sees his future so clearly

Its seems to him that he’s reaching it barely

If only he could fast forward to the future

Live his life in the distant future

Leave all the struggles that he should face

Put him in a more calm place

He tries to be who he wants to be

But he’s called fake so instead he acts artificially

When he works he’s a people person

When really he burns inside like the soul of an arson

He searches inside this world for an outlet

What he find is a way to make women wet

He hones this to almost no flaws

Enhancing his ways to beat down walls

Even though this seems to work

Inside of him his mind, body, and soul is still hurt

So his only resource is to cleanse his soul

Purify his heart from the demons it holds

So he weeps and cries out into the nite

Gazing at the moon that seems to soothe him right

His fascination with the moon grows

It fills him, contempt’s him so his tears flow

Now his tears seem to be in his control

These are the tears of a trying soul

Reviews

[Walkingblind]

This is so honest....its almost like a testimony in poem form I
reall enjoyed it. It told me more about the man behind the words,
within the words and I like this you. I like how you didnt end on a good
note or a bad one.....you just said that your trying. Very nice thank you
for the peek into your soul's window.