Slow Tear Poem by Andrew Rose
Slow Tear
Lying in dark wells of deceit,
upon my back,
with you all beneath,
High and safe,
out of harms way,
yet nothing can stop,
everclimbing dismay,
Each sound drives me further within,
a memeory,
history i never wanted to beleive,
clutching at me in the dark,
it may as well be real,
My only perception of reality is a slow tear trickling,
from warm to cold,
a nocturnal bed
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4/25/2024 2:08:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem is wonderful! Very beautiful, keep up the amazing writing!