Wipe Away My Tears Poem by Lydia Martin

Wipe away my tears with your words of old,
Dry eyes closed and alone will never fill;
As statues breathing cannot warm stone cold.

Salt water pools like eternal liquid gold,
Shimmer lonely without destiny’s will.
Wipe away my tears with your words of old.

Heeded to soon, friendly warning bells tolled,
By graves flung wide as an empty bastille.
As statues breathing cannot warm stone cold.

Slave of emotion like a woman sold.
Living limbo, a vivisection kill.
Wipe away my tears with your words of old.

Spearhead letters of lines spoken too bold
Left mindful hearts embedded by night’s chill.
As statues breathing cannot warm stone cold.

Hope of the future and living twofold
Is withered and burnt but surviving still.
Wipe away my tears with your words of old,
As statues breathing cannot warm stone cold.