Tears in a Jar

Tears in a jar,
a glass bubble, of life
these shattered emotions,
and fragments of fears
splinters dripping
from his timbered years.

Left feeling worn, old and grained.
He tries to hide these searing pains
Vulnerability - weaknesses…
Emotions, used for others gain,
or so… he fears.

This reflection of past,
and his withered old days
sap pouring, as he lays…
humbly, shedding tears.

Crashing waves, smashing foes
With a ladle in mind, he desperately bales
Scooping tales from his head
From the bottom of his toes.

On the shelf, just left of sane
Sits a bottle, tucked away,
deep in his brain
A jar full of tears
a glass bubble, of life
these shattered emotions,
and fragments…
fragments of fears

Right beside that jar of tears
Sits a false smile, and he’s used it for years
But look deep in his eyes
and you’ll see what I see
that old glass jar, now filled to the brim,
with his emotional tears
And floating on top, all that scum
Thick and deep, and layered
from all those years - of tears.