June 23, 2009
By camille_1441 PLATINUM, Westerville, Ohio
camille_1441 PLATINUM, Westerville, Ohio
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It’s rain that comes down white as snow,
Innocent tears I’ve never known,
From a place deep down inside my heart,
They rip,
They pull,
They tear me apart.
I don’t know if they come from my eyes,
Or from someplace deeper down inside,
I watch my facial expression bend,
My mouth turns down,
The tears have no end.
Who am to cry at night,
When others have to put up fights,
To find their food,
To get their shelter,
Still I’m fed and wanting more,
The tears keep coming,
Still they pour.
Gripping on for better life,
I lay down my head for sleep tonight.

The author's comments:
I was commenting on another persons poem who said she was crying when she wrote the poem and I started to think, "what if I wrote a poem about crying but without saying why the person is crying in the first place", that way everyone could relate to it.

As I always say feedback is so very much appreciated!

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