Paindrops

Tears, yes tears, I know them well. Their purpose, Their function, Their salty smell. Tears, yes tears, in my eyes swell. Like water on the fires of my own hell. Tears from cheeks, myself to knees. Together in pain we fell. Oh merciful father in heaven please deliver from this spell. To drink of this drink Which I so often drink is much like tears in the rain. I water them down My tears simply drown. 'Tis deceiving to fears and pain. Please allow me my tears In the hot sun that sears their glistening path to my cheek. For I'm but a man Making my stand Too often stoic yet weak. MB