A Tear Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Life, without limbs, sighted a mud pox to unbox; saying no word, struck a faceless tone, sightless, thrusts pain into my heart: waits in one eye a fox, echoes, sharp emotion, painful reaction in me.


Dot forms a drop, having no stop to its rape; makes changes inside the body, getting faster: out of eye, escaping hurt, wobbling to the top in anger, seeing a mound pile like a rock.


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


Events in life, laid out in actuality, bring the facts of rage out of its pit to ring, tearing it down into a ripping fling of horror: belief in cruel acts in the soul, lived direct connection, fated aimed intentions.


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


Factors: crown a tear, strike your heart free; hold a limbless toad shear in misery: carries unrighteousness set fear, lined your body, burst outward, found guilty.


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


Any small tear 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, stop by none answer sorrow.