teardrops from my pen 2

 Just like tears that are unbearable withinAnd excite the eyes in a numb euphoria,And plague it with the feeling of its nemesisThat roll out, and roll on, and roll dry Just like a vacuum melted into the heartThat holens a space between pride and prejudiceAnd the heart is inflicted with a sudden scoresettlable only by its own amendment Then when grief bubbles from the cauldronAnd vaporizes to the rear of ruminationFor it to be regurgitated and revivedIt must be chewed, then spat away I give away every due tear to dropFor keeping it imprisoned in it’s misplaceIs more cumbersome on my somber eye 
darkened from the bosom of my mischance