On Tears Poem by Jack Kerouac

On Tears

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Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting downIn dark railyards
When to see my mother’s face
Recalling from the waking vision
I wept to understand
The trap mortality
And personal blood of earth
Which saw me in—Father father
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Mortality & unpleasure
Roam this city—
Unhappiness my middle name
I want to be saved,-
Sunk—can’t be
Won’t be
Never was made—
So retch!

Muzahidul Reza 05 March 2018

Tears is the break of my brow, well penned by Jack Kerouac

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Edward Kofi Louis 05 March 2018

Why hast thou forsaken me? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Smoky Hoss 19 November 2018

The hard truth of mortal emotions in a dark world make us sweat drops like blood as through it all we pine, wondering if anyone remembers us, dead or alive.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 05 March 2018

Beautiful poem on tear having touching expression.

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Nicco Muegge 05 March 2018

What a poem. Beautiful work.

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Joshua Adeyemi 05 March 2018

Won’t be Never was made— So retch! Such emotional. Joshua.

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Susan Williams 05 March 2018

I have never read a poem by Jack Kerouac before. There were one or two good phrases in this that provide a feast of visuals.

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Jack Kerouac

Jack Kerouac

Lowell, Massachusetts
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