Tears torn from the silent sun, dying, faded in darkness
ending sudden sadness misery deadly games played brink of shattered pain
weak with despair numbness undone by death's raging alone, alone so long
festering the lonely holes where fallen, bottoms broken empty jagged
lost forever crying depression sadness...
Pulled apart tears blinded blameless light ripped abandoned
destroyed vanished in depths endless rows of scars
lost forever a noiseless heart dragging through streets
scorched and tortured shrieks trails of inward pain
unseen blood dripping drowning crimson pools day after day
crumbling, ceasing to exist, screaming wrongs occupying minds
missing in insanity it creeps in carrying the tears far away
to a distant, wintry slope slipping into a tormented loneliness
the coldness cannot be ignored...
So, what of all this?
No one cares about these tears, so sorry in their confused voiceless war
it is too late now, within their nightmare lies the hate and emotions gone unheard
unraveling thread by thread, afraid to sin again, the worst fears blued with dejection
torn apart with a horrible stabbing and trapped in crime after crime that leaves a trail of mistakes
which grip the shocked and bursting heart... the doctor has not been called
and no one sees the tears, the hurt is just too great...
Moaning, ragged drizzling thunder, tears snuffed the downpour a dim and obscure end
tattered unrelinquished rain of desolation and despair in a melancholic gray.
They mix in a lethal fray of toxic anger a verge of devastation to all who pass
crushed horrified in the gloom, traumatized by new aches stinging throbbing
falling feeble in a fragility of shadowed despondency.
Tears untied traveling, another fatality, barren statistics
casualties taking their paths to furious and violent burials
anxieties at the threshold cracking for so long, so long
tearing at diminishing at edges wreaked by naked unfeelings
beaten down dropped sizzling in the heat of anguish concealed
sightless fatal guilt slashed deserted wants untasted
discarded covered and crumbling within forsaken and derelict heartbeats
one by one smashed and damaged in tears of dejection
echos of sobs evaporating in stained pits
of continuous wounds punctured with hopelessness
an eternally terrified and fearful perpetuality
boiling weeping tears seized by wild roastings
infinite searing shaken blisters empty grasping afflicted with a growing distance...
So these tears, fallen into a defeated agony
and transformed into uncontrollable cleavers drenched in blood,
swinging wildly and sinking, disintegrate in the errors of collapsing perceptions
and clenched in a tight-fisted blackness muted with deteriorating filth,
everlastingly crushed and ground by the shrieks of one's own misperceptions
are tasted by no one but their creator.
Nevertheless, this is a good example of
the upset and dazed grabbing at vacant, petrified longing desires
overlooked in the remote absence of missed rendesvous and forgotten calls
tears chilled in the frost and iciness of a failed meeting and absent memories of what was once good
the winding trips downward now plagued by isolation and sodden with loneliness...
Trying to disregard the coldness in bitter, arctic regret and remorsefulness
these tears are perplexed with seclusion and an unexplainable mystified bewilderment
that conflict with their confrontation with a dreadful abhorring self-loathing
carrying all that is detested and useless within their divisions of indulgences
disguised by the offenses of a troubled soul
and finally found clinging to the revulsions of the stunned and injured aspects of this clutching existence
in their primal form. Tears. Silent tears.
Gold trophy winner
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