One Last Tear
I have saved one tear
in the event that time
may someday pry it from me,
ask of me once more
to grieve in endless death.
The rest, those shed
pre-mortem
agony, long dried,
upon this barren, rutted, face
this monument to intransigence.
Yet one I save, protected,
lest it weep for itself
fall selfishly to vanity’s
search for sadness,
sear the surface of hate
with the coolness
of passion’s pithy lies,
with the truth
of its emptiness.
One last tear
to prime the pump
of pathos
to drown delusion’s
endless death.
©2/4/2019
One Last Tear Poetry Contest
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