What Becomes


What does become of the feelings
that I have left to feel?

Inside I sometimes cry
and cry

Outside I pretend

What does become of the feelings
when I am so alone?

There is pain not imagined
that will never go away

Even the darkness has some light
but not my soul

Softer than the gentle tune
I reach within

I only find a tear wanting to
become free

I let it go
to journey
somewhere

What becomes...of me
please...
please...

As inside I cry

Robert H. Green
� 2004