Emotional rush when quite hearts tear
leaving a void onerous to repair.
Unloving compassion torments me so
drowns benevolent heart to overflow.
Hiding in shadows with a want to kill
forsakes a doubtful soul to grasp this thrill.
Understanding cannot be understood
when selfish being declines to do good.
Tears stain soft cheeks on a cold hard pillow
flow out of control like stormy billow.
A bruised heart shatters when a killer takes
one or multitude my heart still aches.
Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "One Silver Tear” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lisa Cooper
July 27, 2012