Tears Of Black
By a lachrymist
I look upon the sky, with open fists raised clenching high.The darken clouds begin to talk and blackness drops in the form of tears.Sadness slides back onto my tired, weary eyes.Lids closed tight, I wipe away the envyso I may break from these drowning waters.I look away while reaching out to you,but your slightlessness told me otherwise.Depraved of touch, your lovingly embracemy movements become stale and weak, and I sink beneath the piercing waters.Embraced by my surrounds, my fear begins to fade.Acceptance brings a stiffening to the mind.one quick sharp inhale brings joy to me,for my world turns to black. Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 04:52 AM PST 10 • 0
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"I look upon the sky, with open fists raised clenching high.The darken clouds begin to talk and blackness drops in the form of tears.Sadness slides back onto my tired, weary eyes.Lids closed tight, I wipe away the envyso I may break from these drowning waters.I look away while reaching out to you,but your slightlessness told me otherwise.Depraved of touch, your lovingly embracemy movements become stale and weak, and I sink beneath the piercing waters.Embraced by my surrounds, my fear begins to fade.Acceptance brings a stiffening to the mind.one quick sharp inhale brings joy to me,for my world turns to black...."