as I lie awake I try to sleep a soft moist tear rolls down my cheek
I picture your eyes The beauty within the tears form a stream and drop for my chin
I'm trapped in a world of evil and sin
a world where the weak are allowed to cry
the feeling never leaves buts hidden inside
I try to run I try to hide but it all comes back to drown me as if it were the tide
The tide goes away the tears seem to fade
I'm crying inside but the tears I must hide
my eyes are like damns holding back all the water they open at night when your eyes are in sight
for I know I don't fear you seeing my tears
to some they show weakness to some they show pain to you they show love a gentle soft rain
Bob Jenkens
I wrote this in prison, I was 19 my girlfriend was pregnant with my son Teddy. You can see her radiant glow even in this prison visiting room picture.

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