The Tear

At times I feel that I should cry
to let my Spirit fly on high.
But then, my inner ‘stifled man’
screams “That is not true manhoods plan!”
and so, instead, I weep inside;
my inner feelings then can hide.
But somewhere deep an inner wail
makes my Spirit tremble, quail.
And so, more crippled I must be
by that single tear I can’t set free.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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