Only Tears Poem by Herman Hoyte

I've been stripped of my goals, hopes, and dreams.
I've been stripped of my abilities and opportunities.
All I have left is my thoughts and my tears.
Left wondering lonely for years and years

Watching my fair city burn to the ground.
Just out of reach, lie buckets of water all round.
I can't assist, can't fight the flames.
Just sit and observe, death taking the reins.

Flames curling and licking at my treasured gem.
Stealing and abusing her, I sit and watch them.
Oh God, let me move! Let me help!
I'm dieing watching, yet I can't turn away.
Deliver us... deliver us...repair her with clay.

I'd rush to her side; run through the streets.
Fighting the fire, as floors collapse under my feet.
I'd battle the flames, as they scorch and sear.
But, I'm stripped. All I have is my tears.