Poems
Tear
Posted: 08/06/01
The cold of the blackness...
Why is it always so cold?
Empty, alone, cold...
But, I feel something else...
I feel... damp... wet...
I can feel the droplets
Running through my fingers
Splashing on my knees...
Is it rain? No... it’s warm...
It hurts... so painful...
Each drop pierces my soul
Like a thousand needles...
What is this pain?
Why does it hurt to hold back?
Why does it hurt to let go?
It’s my... tear...
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