Cheek To Feet Stained By Ink Of Tear Poem by The First Shrike

Ink tears
whom rest
in black tears

Do so they
course upon
my face

Are mine of pain
and sorrow
of anger

I can't abate
yet what of the
hate
of past
and present

Those are the
tear's
that I so
shed

Such with
but a pen
each tear
with a meaning
for each has its
own feeling
they all carry
their own
reason

Yet never do they
reach the
ground

A sob for the
ink of my
tear

unnoticed unknown