A Tear Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Life, without limbs, appearing like a small mud pox to unbox; sighted a faceless tone hits, says no note or word, thrusts pain into your heart: waits for a fox in one eye, echoing a deep, sharp, painful reaction in me.

Dot forms a tiny drop, flickers strip 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 this faker, a puddle.

Events in life, shock firm, laid in actuality, bring the fact of hell's rage from the impact, tearing it ripping of horror: realizing cruel actions, 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: likened to the shape of a wall, within a blinking spot, its tall, seeing a twinkling dot.

Factors: got a self-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 angry drip travels, drops to the lower floor spinning, goes a small dot to zoom, boom; destroys doom, splatters 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 this harm that it carries: giving a call, by none-stopping answer sorrow.