Wasted Tear

Sadly, we still suffer, from the slings of other's arrows. So many lost souls, with minds that continue to narrow. With just a whisper, they will always hear your sound. Hence they come running, by leaps and bounds. Sometimes the grass looks greener, within a stone's throw. Far sadder is what they don't get, and what they will never know. Full of anger, and quick to cause pain. They are nothing more, than a few drops of rain. Their impotence will only bring, more sorrow and pain. Cast them aside, let their attempts be in vain. If we learn how to dance, and not show them fear. They will simply dry up, like another wasted tear. *I was inspired to write this after reading our Poem Of The Day*