The Tear I Abhor

Tension crawls into the pores of crashing contemplation Why has it become so hard to breathe? If only it was known what this dejected heart is saying As she sobs poetic lines of wordless woe She is cradled in the tempo tempest of this reflection Pulsing in the unfeeling land beyond her bodily home The blood pumping sweet iron grief spurts The soles of the feet throb at the impact As the grass cools only to recall the coldness of the present The impact… Of a tear falling to the floor The droplet so gentle… in clear-watered, grounded rapture The energy of the sorrow befallen is perilous One with many roads leading to frail fantasy Aggravated tear…so atrocious, envious There is something more whirling in this déjà vu cycle Being crushed many times By lackadaisical, ever-traveling minds It is too easy to be tossed to and fro Between conscious leisure and provocative pressure Sub-dominated by sumptuous conviction That word—love—a furtive dagger Driving a gaping hole of shame and unknowing Straight into her Wracking around in this meddle Of emotion and reason—shooting up falsehood full throttle Drifting there again In a solitude almost consoled by the earthy coldness Of his fowl glare… Every unsaid word frazzling to the mind Tearing me and lifting me high One must wonder if you watch as the fragments fly As they float for only a few seconds Of your precious time And fall back down below At your very feet Where the grass is warm, and hopes are high Please don’t leave them on the floor with the tear The tear that never quite gets absorbed The tear that chillingly consoles that bleeding heart Destroying me As she thrashes in the maze of bones and matter Each hollow pathway of the marrow leading to a dead end Or an ever-winding way downwards They say each body of water leads straight to the sea Where will the tear I abhor…lead me?