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We Watch With Tears In Our Eyes

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We Watch With Tears In Our Eyes

tears;
the droplets of memories
both unwanted and loved,
they carry our strengths,
with glimpses of what we think we cannot do,
in a vision,
never tangible like the
bars we use to box ourselves,
we do so to keep the
memories out.
They obscure his watchful eyes,
so that what he doesn't see
are the clocks with no numbers,
and instead truth at twelve,
false at six.
In joy he sees the smiling plays
upon a persons face,
yet he doesnt identify
with the actors
as playing the role
assigned to them,
but instead the characters,
masterfully designed by the
thoughts and plans of harm
they wish to do;
to cause him to shut down.
To take the world around him
and squander his life;
he takes it
and those of the loved ones
around him.
The clock points at six.
In sorrow he forgets his love;
forgets the beauty that
he has been given to
change loved ones fortunes,
hes like a child at play,
whose love radiates,
filling the cold floor
andsteel bars of a 
playground left for time
with the orange hue of
wanted energy.
But his obscured eyes
look on the loss of love
and pity for the misfortune
given to him.
And with the bars he ruins more love,
creating the cycle of depression once more,
in another seemingly beautiful heart.
The clock points at twelve.
She comes into his life,
with the knowledge of love
given to her because
she accepted Him.
and she gives to him what
no one cared to give;
a love so unconditional,
so that his moments
in which he forgot himself,
and turn to scar those he loved
never changed her ways.
She was like an owl,
with her own watchful eyes
she watched upon another,
as to create balance upon his life.
And she had her own memory filled tears,
he never hesitated to return the love
he gave her.
And so the cycle of the clock ceased to exist
in the lives of two
so intertwined.
And time was never again a problem,
since the slept on
with watchful,
never tearful
eyes.

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