My Tears

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    My Tears
    TEARS COME RUNNING DOWN MY FACE
    I START TO CRY IN SILENCE
    BUT THE TEARS
    COMING DOWN MY FACE
    ARE SCREAMING AND SHOUTING
    BUT ONLY
    I
    I CAN HEAR THEM

    THEY KEEP FLOWING
    DROPPING DOWN MY FACE
    WIPING TINY BITS OF SORROW
    FROM MY FACE

    THEY COME TO THE END OF MY FACE
    DROP TO THE GROUND
    AND EVAPORATE

    SOME TEARS
    STAY IN ONE PLACE
    WAITING
    WAITING TO BE SLOWLY WIPED AWAY

    SOME TEARS
    JUST STAY IN MY EYE SOCKET
    PUSHING TO LET GO
    BUT NO
    NO I REFUSE TO LET THEM GO

    I WANT THEM TO LAST
    TO SHOW THAT I HAD
    SORROW FOR THAT PERSON
    SORROW SHOWING THAT I CARE


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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    babbette123’s Poems (12)

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