at the brim of my eyelids

the lining of my eyes glistens yet again
as if from a fountain,
here comes the flood

i weep for the lost face of a child on the milk carton
i ache for the hurt that hides behind the surface
i mourn for the limb he lost in payment for protecting me
i cry for the words not spoken, the ones that need to be heard

for all the photographs that fade away in a box under the bed
for potential seen but never fulfilled
for the opportunities that are never taken out of fear
for a wish never granted

for a father she never knew
for a dream deferred
for the love he threw away
for a once in a life time chance they chose to discard

i weep for the starving
i ache for the disarray of our world
i mourn for the pain that never seems to go away
i cry for each and every one of us.

each tear hold it's own poloroid of sorrow
and the internal river of sadness never ceases to flow

i cry...
i cry...
i cry.