Tears May Stream - Poem by Jane Tomlin
You're so tired, been travelling for so long,
Searching for answers,
You still can't believe they've gone.
Years of torture etched on your face,
Seeing you suffer,
My life a mess, your's a waste.
Torn between life and death,
Stood by their side watching on,
Regret in your voice, with every breath,
Nobody there, they've already gone.
Holding hands throughout the pain,
Moments lost, never regained.
The words of a text,
What's in store, what's next.
Flashbacks, a knife and blood,
I'd ease the pain if I could.
Regret, remorse, angst, sorrow,
Through your veins it will flow.
Your silent screams,
Your distant dreams.
These wounds won't heal,
The lost childhood you did steal.
Happy people, infectious smiles,
Reassurance from across the miles.
Strength emergent after all,
The hurt you caused, the heart you mauled.
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