battles blazing.

Tears; silent, hardly there, and very nearly invisible.
Yet one of the loudest cries that I
have come to know as of yet.

The images fill my thoughts,
bounce off that empty chamber that I have nicknamed
my mind.
This empty crevasse of mine is drowning in doubt
and teeming with defiance, blazing bright
with near spontaneous flight.

My mind closes in,
barricades the exit points and gets ready for a fight;

To be sorry or to be, simply, me?
I am not a perfectly whole creature.
There are rips and tears and stains
scattered about my presence,
little things that make me just that: my own self.

And so the battle rages,
Burns the essence of myself inside and out.
This war is forever, back and forth,
Day after breaking-day,
For the rest of my not-so-luminous hours.

So I let my warning system ring,
The alarm sound and the bells bash holes
Inside my numb ears.
I let a single tear trace down my face,
fall past my neck.
Only to disappear and be forgotten;

One last effort to control this ever raging battle