A Tear Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Words heard, out a box, hit note heart, touches, depth, sits pox, awaits a tone, in single eye fox to mud appear, taken pain; of its shocking news: echoing in me.

A tiny dot appears, strips at rape, drop to be crystal form, flickering, wobbles, changing its shape, angers of this hurt escape, swirled fast out from an eyeball, seen rock; pile fact: become a mound.

I'm, indeed, maker of a put tear, not its only creator, bite an evil scheme at me, sent cry of a baker, sink faker, upon my left cheek; drip: it's a puddle.

Events, put correct in actuality, form a tear fact, free from me raged hell, by a pain had, its impact, realizes cold fate to a cruel act, believe for real as, element lived, intents direct, connect; touch: by this statement.

Time up, off cheek side sent a tear, to call, tumbles down, open air a leap fall, it's far, ear zero, it as a bright gem off chin departs; likens a wall: twinkling as a dot.

Self entitled crown, strike a shear sown, pave in misery, fear free line over body, carries it every tear unrighteousness, full fall, soon to end, to burst it is; splash: found guilty.

An angry down drip, travel, zoom to the floor, boom, doom hit, destroy a small dot, parts, splatters into pieces it, rolling beads; touch things: multiplying my pain.

A tear, from dark pit, a ball exposed it free to go, reflect harm, stopped it by none; giving to you a call: answer sorrow.