Treasure Island

DEEP DARK SOUL POET

(09/1965 / Australia)

Tears


These tears I shed will never go away
the tears that fall, will remind me of that pain
the pain of loss is what I speak
the pain that made me fall to my knees
this pain is what I so despise but,
what can I do but fall and cry
I lose my way,
to this never ending pain
I loose reason
to why I should go on
the answers I come to
will forever haunt my dreams
this pain of loss
is what truly makes me scream
this yelling person who is me
will forever continue to cry and scream
that's why I hate to have these tears fall from my eyes
this nightmare of falling tears is what I really despise

Submitted: Saturday, November 20, 2010
Edited: Thursday, August 09, 2012

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