A Tear Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Life, without limbs, sights small mud pox to unbox; hits a faceless tone, sightless, says no word, thrusts pain into my heart: waits for a fox in one eye, echoes deep, sharp emotion, painful reaction in me.

Dot forms a singular drop, strips a drape rape, and changes are made inside my body, increasing it faster: out the eye hurt escape, wobbling its anger, seeing a mound pile like a rock.

I'm found, indeed, to be the maker of this creature, at me to bite evil schemes, not the sole creator of it; heard the yell and cry of its baker: sinking on my cheek slowly sighted this faker, a puddle.

Events shock in life, laid in pure actuality, bring the fact of hell's rage its ring from its deepest pit, tear it ripping fling horror: realizing this soul's cruel acts, fate intentions believably, lived direct connect.

Time up, send a small drip off your cheek; a call to depart, chin down; leap open into the air; from your left eye a bright gem: liken an image to the shape of a wall, within a blinking spot, its tall, seeing a twinkling dot.

Factors: got a tear entitled crown, striking heart freed; a limbless toad, holds shear in misery; carries firm unrighteousness set fear; lined full body: outward burst, found guilty.

This demonic anger travels, drops to the lower floor spinning, goes a small dot to zoom, boom; destroys doom, splattering it into pieces, in smaller parts: rolling forth beads, touching things, multiple pains.

Any tear felt from its pit, exposes its dark nightmares, like a ball to go, free will, fallen; reflect on this harm that it carries: giving a call, by none-stopping answer sorrow.