As the tears swell up behind my eyes,
i realize that maybe it is time to cry.
Despise the fact that you just wiped them away.
My sockets still burn as though i were the undead.
No coming to my right mind i begin to see
that this was my fault
had i only let mother be.
Had i let her alone we might be at home,
in the country still.
I could sit on my front porch
and watch the water become still.
See my animals would be free again
and my life would feel whole.
For when i'm in the country
i know always that i have my soul.
So now i let the last of the tears
fall gently down my cheeks.
As i think back to the days
that i could go to my special creeks.
Author notes
This was inspired by one of my other poems call "Tears".
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