THE VOICE WITHIN CRIES

by James G Bolden, ASPC Florence AZ

Lonely nights and extremely cold days,
Continuously I hear a distant cry,
At times I feel my mind is failing me,
Difficulty has paved my way,
And no matter the hardship
My eyes refuse to produce a tear.

I remember my mother’s tribulations,
Yet I’ve never showed the pain.
Father has perceived the disappointment cycle,
Sister can’t overcome the hop,
And my poor brother deals with the cage.
My precious seeds have been abandoned,
Sorrow and his turbulent friend,
Sadness has consumed my life.
Years upon years of pent up frustration
And unbearable rage, and daily strife
My stress level just rises.
It’s not ego, and it’s not my pride,
It’s just the way I deal with myself.
I’ve tried to show my emotions,
It’s more comfortable to hide.
It’s not an act of arrogance, or a state of being hard.
My pain is way deep inside, and I comprehend the
Moans from the heart.
Maybe someday the rain will come pouring from my eyes
The thunderous anger and anguish will
Flood my cheeks.
But until then I will let the voice from within
Serve it’s cause, and do my crying for me!