A Tear Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Words, declaring down note, heard clear out of a box, hits my heart each word, cut it is the pox, appears in one eye mud to fox; to this shocking news: echoing in me.

This appearing dot, soon at rape, form drop to be, alters its shape, wobbles, escape of angers, flickering, swirling fast from eyeball, see a rock; piled fact: mound.

I am, indeed, the maker of a tear, not its sole one creator, bites evil scheme, cry out sent to a baker, sinks faker; upon my left cheek: a puddle.

A set actuality, fact forms a tear, free this hell hate from me, by pain had an impact, fated I am realizing this harsh act, pure elements as for real; felt had connection: by a spoke statement.

Time up, tear off cheek side call sent to, it tumbles down, leaps from, a fall, hear zero, depart chin as a bright gem; likens a wall: twinkles a dot.

Self entitled crown, carries a tear unrighteousness, down it falls, fear line my body, ends, sown strike shear, it's to burst splash; found guilty: torn in theories.

This angry small drip, uppers travels, zoom down to hard room floor, boom, its doom hit, destroying the dot, parts in pieces, splatter, roll beads; at all things: multiplying my pain.

Any tear exposed ball freed, took harm stop by none, in its pits, by leaving its hall, do, venture a drip from a heart; to you a call: answer sorrow.