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Voice of Tears



tell me what you were looking for

when you went over the edge

who did you expect to discover there

abiding by some long forgotten pledge

could they sense the boil beneath the flesh

festering with so many nights and years

I am here before you and have nothing to say

with a hand of nothing, and a voice of tears



tell me what you expected to happen

when your plans came together at last

was the burden of existence relieved from you

so unto less fortunate shoulders it could be passed ?

and now nothing means much to you it seems

except these murderous slings, arrows, and spears

I live in a world of fog and cannot escape

from my own hand of nothing, my voice of tears



so if I should see you ever again

how could I greet you, what could I say ?

I could say I’ve moved on, I’ve forgotten it all

but it would be a lie either way

and I will then make allowances for what I can’t control

so I can eradicate all these needless fears

only then would I face you again

without this hand of nothing, without this voice of tears

Hi J ~

I like very much the way your poems address relationships' deceptions of survival. We've all attempted to get by with them, but they never seem to quite work the way we want. We're really in trouble when that significant other sees through them, and has the key for flinging the door wide open, to catch us naked with our true emotions.

~ Elizabeth