I WeepA Poem by DrifterI weep. Tears dance their salted pirouettes, Etching sorrow along my cherry slopes. My truth finds entry by mortal madness And grows towards Time, so brittle black.
I weep. Even when sorrow fades to numbness And reason stumbles through unseen cracks. When there is discomfort in the moment That tears end with a distant splash.
I weep. My hands refuse to linger here much longer.. Their touch is far too harsh to bear. The thumb will just smear the smoothness And alter the teardrops' courses.
I weep. Because some day I know it will get better And then my mind shall start to forget. The
images will finally choose to blur So I’ll have to pull out the picture again.
I weep. © 2012 DrifterReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 28, 2012 Last Updated on November 28, 2012 AuthorDrifterSCAboutThe great joy of writing fiction is that you get to play God and not feel bad when you ruin peoples' lives. In stories, all the things we detest in day-to-day existence is acceptable; we want drama, .. more..Writing
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