Tears

These tears fall
As autumn leaves, brittle, pale
Regretted as the trees regret
Their new found nudity
Not asked for
Pouring from the deepest chasms
Of my bleeding Soul
Tremors conquer a fragile body
Twisted in knots by Pain's unrelenting hand
Meditation upon You grows
Paralyzing Pain in its path
These tears cascade down a sullied cheek
In thicker and thicker waves
Weary of woe
Let me lie thus saddened, pressed
Against Mother Earth's bosom
Let me fertilize its lush expanse
With my sorrow
And dream, an unending dream
To wake from this lasting sleep

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

This is strange ,really amazed at what you are trying to say
these pictures and meanings ..i first time see here
what do they say ,how they ever occured to you
i really could not think of why..
why the tears so much of them keep falling like automn leaves
like bleeding soul,i shake in a fragile body as tears continue to pour like mad and gather more and more
as i lie to the ground and try to feed her of tears and my sorrows and dreams
first time ever i read such things ,whatever you are trying to say
is bewildering,i am so amazed where you and why you tell all this
is there a message behind it..i just could not see..whay lovely mind
lovely write

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Let the message be, whatever You instinctively feel it to be, dear Blues...:) whatever You feel it to be must be correct...oh..yes..something moved me to write this...it is not meaningless...and if You wish me to divulge...and analyze then of course, I shall be happy to :)
Oh...thank You....so very much...Blues...thank You...

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh...Serah..that in itself was like a poem...I know...because often I am too..we shall be biased together :)...it is comforting to lie cradled by the cover of the night, safe from intrusion upon that grief and the sanctity of tears...I find it is better to release them than keep them in..keeping them in only causes more pain.. and danger of random release when least expected :/

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. the most beautiful and brutally bewitching ode to tears i've read in a long, long time ... i am guilty of being immersed in them ... (so i might be hopelessly biased) ... like a weeping widow ... sleeping on a tear-stained pillow ... waking up ... knowing that it'll be a fight again ... to keep them from flowing ... until it's night again ... and i relent ...