Monsoon mourns

Oh the rain !
melted the trickles away.

somehow,easier now

to grin and bear the pain.

And no,

they cant see

for it bleeds inside of me,

none could see

the knife thrust deep,

the stain,

on the soul as

empty as the tear sac.

hey doc!the dry eye cure,

would that wet my parched

heart for sure?

The wounds open,

burn like hell.

Good,the smile is

con enough,

so no one can tell.