Bobby Baldacchino

There’s a weight inside, a weight that pulls me.

Emotions rise like stormy tides, but still, no tears.

I stand upon an edge, with sorrow pressing near.

Yet something in me holds too tight, It won’t let go.

A hollow ache, a muted cry, my heart whispers.

But in silence, in my eyes, no tear will dare to fall.

I wish the flood would break, sometime, and wash away, a cleansing.

Yet all I have is quiet peace, beneath a sky of rain.

Perhaps one day the clouds will part, and I’ll release it all.

But for now, I’ll carry on, with tears that won’t yet fall.

I feel the world is watching, expecting me to break.

But I’m trapped within this quiet sea,

Still, no storms for me.

I long to scream, to sob, to drown, in waves that free.

To let the tears fall wildly down.

But something deep inside resists.

The grief, a knife with gentle twists, it silently persists.

So here I am, beneath a painted sky.

The clouds of sorrow leave no trace, and still, I cannot cry.

I wonder if the tears will someday come, a torrent or a stream?

Or if my heart will always numb this hidden, distant dream.

Perhaps one day I’ll feel it break, and let the waters fall.

But until then, I’ll walk this ache.