Hurt

When I am hurt,
my heart sinks,
the tears don't flow,
my eyes stay dry,
but my heart bleeds.
I swear I can smell the blood
atimes

When I am hurt,
my face crumble
in her bid to get the tears to flow,
to ease the agony
my heart has gotten in to.

When the tears break forth,
from its bank,
the wail accompanys it.
It is usually a disaster

Then I lay spent
while my thoughts wander
seeking to connect the lines
that pave way to peace