Brave tears

Brave tears do not fall
They well in the eye
and deeply call out inside
They pale like the branches in autumn
when the pain of life sets in.
Or a member whispers words that save your heart the trouble.
Your whim stayves and somehow off the chartered course, the wave passes and the pain is no more torn from your eyes.
And yet you feel your face explode and the soak upon your face, the heavy load of disgrace.
So the sleep comes knocking out all feeling.
And the crisp flashes of anger free memory begin.