Tears
Carefully, slowly, quietly the tears roll down her cheeks
The worries and fears of yesterday, returning,
Reminding her of what she’s lost
Children laughing, playing
Carefree, outside her bedroom window
And yet she seeks the answer
of how to carry on
No friends to help her through the mess
No family that would care
No one at all around to see
Her open, vacant stare
And still the tears carry on
turning from salt to blood
The slow, painful death
Just another gift from this mournful hell
But then the reminder of happy times,
the lingering taste of farewell dreams,
and laughter with Mat bourn friends
creep into her demure of screams
For what is lost today
is yet to be acquiered tomorrow
And so her long lost smile returns
to make alight her pretty face
(2010)
