Invisible Tears

In a world that's blind to my pain, I weep alone, with no one to claim, My heart beats slow, my soul feels old, A burdened life, with no escape to hold. No gentle hand to wipe away my tears, No soothing voice to calm my doubts and fears, I'm lost in darkness, with no guiding light, A fragile existence, crushed by endless night. My voice is silenced, my thoughts unheard, A prisoner of fate, with no freedom to bird, I yearn for peace, for a moment's reprieve, But it's a luxury, I'm denied, a heart that can't breathe. In this desolate land, I wander alone, A ghostly figure, without a home, No place to rest, no place to hide, A soul tormented, with no place to reside. My pain is a canvas, painted red and blue, A masterpiece of sorrow, with no artist to renew, It's a weight that's crushing, a burden to bear, A heart that's breaking, with no one to care. So I'll weep in silence, with tears that fall like rain, A heart that's shattered, with no one to reclaim, My pain will be my companion, my constant friend, A reminder of the love, that will never come to an end. Classic -Angel