Sweat In My Eyes Poem by Bryan Taplits

There are some things that leave my heart in a mist
Such as treasured memories of long ago,
which I've learned to favor-and also dissever-
Fancy snatches I can no longer resist-
Of recollections that I've always loved so.

These remembrances I tried to juggle away
Were so painful that I fashioned a sieve-
In the hopes they would stay
dormant where they lay
And give me a Penitents-Reprieve.

Though, as I mentioned, no longer are they an abandoned surprise,
For I picture them even while dying:
I see them through mind's-eyes-
each no more a mincing sunrise-
Nor are they sweat from my eyes-
but rather crying.