Tears

It comes with a lump on the throat,
Conceived by a gripping pain.
In the absence of comfort sought,
There's a need for release again.

At first it's formed with a deep sigh,
A quiver of the lips tries withholding
That tiny drop from the sad eye
From eventually...finally,  falling.

As the weight from the heart breaks,
It flows with abandoned speed.
A torrent of drops the eyes forsake,
The water of relief,  tears indeed.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

Descriptive. nice.

[Sean Allen]

I am always amazed that there is no limit to our tears.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you.

[Michael G.]

Well said and well written thought. Tears always cause me pause.

[cynthiabuhainbaello]

Thank you.