Tears of Lead

October 11, 2008
By Patrick Proctor, Audubon, IA

The tears burn my soul
My heart cries, my eyes dry
I guess life has taken its toll
Love and hate, life and death
I have cried myself out
I am unable to cry anymore
SO my heart is inside out
I can't breathe, my throat in a knot
Poetry is my tear
The pencil my eye
The paper the face onto which it trickles
It burns, on fire, the sears are setting in
Water and salt, so soft it tickles
The tears continue, like a waterfall
I'm at the edge and I take the plunge
Please save me from it all

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This article has 7 comments.

sarah said...
on Nov. 3 2008 at 11:57 pm
i love this poem :D its amazing!

PaigeLo said...
on Oct. 24 2008 at 11:51 pm
i like it. Its really good :)

tianna21 said...
on Oct. 24 2008 at 10:10 pm
Ima Loven Disz....Bee.U.Ti.ful.....write

mkay3223 said...
on Oct. 24 2008 at 9:57 pm
I love this poem its one of my favs

on Oct. 24 2008 at 9:28 pm
Wow Patrick! I am really impressed. I never knew you could write like that. Keep it up! You are such a talented young man!

babygirl said...
on Oct. 17 2008 at 9:51 pm
wow. that is amazing. i really like it. got anymore i can read? =]

on Oct. 17 2008 at 2:01 am
Hey this is Patrick. I'm the one who submitted this. Please give me your opinions and critisizms.


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