Tears,

A look at what people are capable of doing to each other.

Tears stain cloth like glasses of colour and light,

I look towards the past, trying to hold onto any of you,

The smallest part I yearn for, I need it, please,

Gone now, forever I hate the days that are true.

The build of something maddening and fierce,

Emotions ride high because of sex and ignorance,

Idiots toll in information with no foundation,

As if you know anything that could make a difference.

Hate and love and desire plus vengeance we really were,

Tides of hurt left palm prints on my face to scar,

We painted nights with red and black and money,

Yet never left each other’s side like dirt to tar.

Bravery is lost to me now, as if I never had it,

Beginnings are horrid affairs that leave with fears,

Time heals no wounds, not the mind at least for us,

Stained cloth like glasses of colour and light have tears.

Author's Note

Honesty is key!

Reviews

[Tim Lion]

Jeebus Tom! You damn near made me cry. This thing feels like those times when the jilted heart can't tell if it's ended, ending or dead and stinking. Those times when worry and pain wear that gaping hole into the inside of the belly, and, it seems that b*****d pit is there to stay. Oooof! I know it all too well.

This is a solid poem.
Helps us remember that roses have thorns,
and sometimes that pretty white rabbit we're following
is headed for the deepest and deadliest briar in the patch.

I felt it.
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[misscb]

I loved the emotions your show through your writing... Well done!!!

[Rene Velez]

stellar write, I feel the sadness, words are your friend Thomas.

[TheWriter]

I love this! I really enjoy how you kept building and building and then pulled it all back with the end sentence; a little recap =). Spectacular!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Like a Zevon song.

[Audrey Howitt]

I look towards the past, trying to hold onto any of you,

The desire to hold on--to something --some part that we remember with pleasure to ease the pain of loss--

Thoughtful piece--

[Shy Girl]

It always seems to me that for one, tears do nothing but make your face wet and blind you with their welling sheen. Secondly they don't really help much...but then again there are MANY colors to tears. Black=darkness (a hole inside our heart).. Red=blood (obvious ones).. Green=jealousy (the one's that fall from that overwhelming emotion).. Yellow=sunlight (squinting).. Blue=sadness (loss of something close).. Crystal Clear=Joy (those fall every so often in their pure form) So you see that one has to take apart the colors and separate the emotions and deal with them as they come. I got a fair bit of anger stemming from the lines of your expressive piece. (I'm not very good with extremely well hidden meanings.. some I can find but others I really have to ponder) Those poems are a refreshing switch...this is one such piece. Complex and multi-meaning fashion. :)

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Thankfully were stronger than we give self credit. So easy we let this world bring us to our knees to pray. Heartfelt and so far a favorite.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Bravery is lost to me now, as if I never had it,'

the pain, impossible to hide. we fall to our lowest ebb and then someone reaches in and pulls us out, but this is an insightful description of a place we have all been at some point in our lives. stunning!

[lei]

Tides of hurt left palm prints on my face to scar,...


striking line... the poem is sad but beautiful.. pain lingers no matter what we do it stays...

[WhiteWillow]

As we grow, we tend to take on the more negative qualities of life, which in turn taint our spirit and stunt our growth. Once the damage is done, its hard to revisit the innocent days of old. A thought-provoking write; I enjoyed this much.