NOT A TEAR WILL FALL

sundry the moment,my throat is clogged,
the past does not wish to pass,
cold and clammy my hands feel,
but still...i wont let a tear befall...

squirted with dirt,i am an outcast,
pricked and pierced,still breath is left,
shallow beings befooled my depth,
but still...i wont let a tear befall...

understand, i had to quit,
i had to swallow my puppet strings,
in front of me cries my puppeteer,
but still..i wont let a tear befall...

smothered underneath,i gasped to live,
died each day bit by bit,
fear of foreseen engraved on my heart,
but still..i wont let a tear befall...

i did try my level best,
to live with the knot around my neck,
slowly it tightened its grip on me,
but still..i wont let a tear befall...

now my rope cries,so does the knot,
he cries who lassoed me to rot,
the marks cry on my neck,
but still...my eyes wont let a tear fall...

i m blamed for being the adamant pet,
who chose freedom over constrained love,
dared to differ,now doomed to suffer,
but still....