Trina French

Rookie (West Plains, Missouri)

Tears.... How Useless - Poem by Trina French

You could call me insane,
but I saw a little girl cry, and I told her,
'You're wasting them.'
'wh-what? '
'Your tears.'
I was a little girl once, and I cried over every death....
but I wasn't used to it.
Now, my oceans and rivers have dried, and I have no hope.
And I can't see two feet from my face.
'-wasting them...'

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  • Kelvin Owusu (8/30/2012 4:36:00 PM)

    this is well written, love the concept in a way positive (Report)Reply

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  • Adeline Foster (8/25/2012 12:02:00 PM)

    Wow, What a concept for a poem. Read mine - Frost Flowers -

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 23, 2012

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