watching the
tear roll
down a cheek
for a week
feeling weak
so to speak
just wishes the
day
to get on and
end
a thought to
send
at the corner
bend
won’t pretend
if it’s all a
game
don’t want to
play
still will stay
until the day
told to go away
seemed so real
but
seams always
rip
missed with the
razor whip
on a trip
lost the grip
loose ends
frayed
he ties them up
tight
alone each
night
blurring sight
and not quite
right
watch the tear
dries where it
rests
word up off the
chest
surely must be
blessed
birds falling
not far from nests
refusing to fly
in any
direction
might be prone
to infection
future becomes
constant correction
no help from
the reflection
glass broke
years ago
under a scarred
fist
but swing
missed
just got pissed
instead of
kissed
tear really doesn’t
exist
now
if it ever did
ran away and
hid
thoughts morbid
into the pot
right under the lid
keep the head
on straight
with a rhyme
too much time
none to rewind
or fall far
behind
up now down
losing only to
gain
won’t stop for
pain
or wait for the
rain
all might be in
vain
will someone
hear
the silent
screams
busting seams
coffee came
with too many creams
head woke up
cluttered with
too many dreams…
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