what’s inside a tear are there secret fears all those things we’ve refused to admit are there those liquified unspoken words that flow so easily when we’re tongue tied or the darkness hides the unsaid conversations hidden and thus permitting our thoughts to remain a silent soliloquy leaving only a trace of chemical components
dead flowers surround
a mound of freshly turned earth
now watered by tears
so there will be no new blooms
though salt is needed for life
life soon becomes death with salt
have you found
your
dried tears
or
have they been
caught up
in the winds
of
time
circling
above
your tomorrows
but
falling
today
to blind you
like
an ocean fog
to
where
you are
or
could be
i travel an empty road night driving away from you your tears still fresh in my eyes last meeting my choice inside something just didn’t feel right you’re perfect in everyone’s eyes but mine my words weren’t heard by you hurt deafens finally just walked away nothing left to say nothing to hear but the silence of an empty road
these are not my emotions this anger and fear is older than my years upon this earth it is the taste of dried blood and the dust of those once enslaved freed by death to wander with whatever winds reach into soul to reanimate their words so their sorrow and stories can be retold these are not my words so expect no apologies or absolution of social sins the dead cannot make such offerings to the living they can only recall the sins you’ve lived and the pain you’ve bestowed
these are inherited tears part of our estate for over two hundred years of enslavement oh it’s not that there weren’t other items business accounts land and such but those were appropriated along with personal dignity in order to justify a false sense of superiority of primitive people who left to their own devices were unable to survive in a truly competitive world so were given what was ours so we were left with inherited tears and rage
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