Sharee Ann McMullen

(Macon, GA, USA)

The Cry - Poem by Sharee Ann McMullen

The tear is cry, there are all
kinds of crying the pretending cry
is slow to fall from one's eye,
Pretending to cry and
deep inside we
laugh, not hurting at all, the hurting
cry is a strong, cry causing one's
eyes to swell to hurt, with (tears, eyes)
dropping, uncontrolling amounts of water
to a level of degree the hurting cry
Can surface when we are happy, sad
hurting, happy with joy or hurt because
of sorrow, life is always at some point
leading into the cry, we win,
we lose, that's life whether we are rich
millionaire, poor or living comfortable.
We all in our life will be faced
with the cry, or we anti-human.
The lonely tear drop don't even weep.
The cry you never see.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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