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No More Tears to Shed
What can one do, with so much hatred
Built up fury, caged inside?
All my tears I’ve used
Abused
I own no more to shed
If I stole some back, there would be sin
A stain or two, some smears
I’m afraid I’d waste those tears again
So tell me, what can one do
To set these vices free?
I’ve carried them so long
They are my property
I’ve tried selling them, through various methods
I call them “tricks of the street”
You learn them from other prisoners
Who squandered tears so carelessly
Now that they’re in debt, they’ll do
Almost anything
To make ends meet
It’s dangerous when one finally breaks
And there’s no more tears to shed
“Just how do they do it?” You wonder
If the things that tears can clear, travel to their head
No crying rescues
You should be scared dead
Of the people you meet
With no more tears to shed
Built up fury, caged inside?
All my tears I’ve used
Abused
I own no more to shed
If I stole some back, there would be sin
A stain or two, some smears
I’m afraid I’d waste those tears again
So tell me, what can one do
To set these vices free?
I’ve carried them so long
They are my property
I’ve tried selling them, through various methods
I call them “tricks of the street”
You learn them from other prisoners
Who squandered tears so carelessly
Now that they’re in debt, they’ll do
Almost anything
To make ends meet
It’s dangerous when one finally breaks
And there’s no more tears to shed
“Just how do they do it?” You wonder
If the things that tears can clear, travel to their head
No crying rescues
You should be scared dead
Of the people you meet
With no more tears to shed
Published 14th Apr 2021
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14th Apr 2021 7:23pm
Dear T,
I was so hoping you would post this. This is an extraordinary write.
“ It’s dangerous when one finally breaks
And there’s no more tears to shed
“Just how do they do it?” You wonder” while I think this conclusion comes at a great cost it is an individual one for sure. And sad that it got to this point, for me anyway. I admire your introspective thoughts throughout your poems. This one especially. Awesome piece. H🌷
I was so hoping you would post this. This is an extraordinary write.
“ It’s dangerous when one finally breaks
And there’s no more tears to shed
“Just how do they do it?” You wonder” while I think this conclusion comes at a great cost it is an individual one for sure. And sad that it got to this point, for me anyway. I admire your introspective thoughts throughout your poems. This one especially. Awesome piece. H🌷
17th Apr 2021 8:19pm
I appreciate the encouragement, thanks for all your feedback! Interesting what ideas are brainstormed in the wee hours of the morning
This could have been my Feel long long ago before my spirit discovered zen (Buddhism).
Your spill resonates in a way i am certain You have NO IDEA how or why but just KNOW, i understand.
Damn, me though, i had wished that no other soul would ever understand shit like this and yet........
here You are.
Had i not found zen, i would not be here TODAY. My ancient past STILL haunts me but zen gets me through it.
i pray You will find a (the) way.
Super spill in this spiritual torture -- thank You for sharing with us.
Your spill resonates in a way i am certain You have NO IDEA how or why but just KNOW, i understand.
Damn, me though, i had wished that no other soul would ever understand shit like this and yet........
here You are.
Had i not found zen, i would not be here TODAY. My ancient past STILL haunts me but zen gets me through it.
i pray You will find a (the) way.
Super spill in this spiritual torture -- thank You for sharing with us.
17th Apr 2021 8:20pm
It’s both comforting and saddening to find someone who relates to turmoils like this. But it makes one realize they’re not alone. Thank you for the comment and enlightening me a little as well :)
