Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tears and Rain
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These tears fall from the sky,
Hitting the ground,
Exploding on impact,
Filled with the explosive power,
Of sadness.
With the shrapnel of loneliness,
Blasted in every direction.
The only thing left behind,
Is a crater of hopelessness.
Liquid ore now fills the hole,
Continuously burning,
Digging the hole deeper,
And deeper,With every passing day.
It will not be long,
Until the bottom cannot be seen,
From the top.
There will come a time,
Where not even the longest of latter's,
Or the lengthiest of ropes,
Can stretch tot he depths,
Of this dark abyss.
There will come a moment,
Where people begin to avoid this crater,
For fear,
Of being consumed by it,
And being lost to the world.
Perhaps the day will come,
When the water of the sky,
Fills this fissure,
Not creating more destruction,
But bringing forth life.
A well will be created,
Giving strength,
And life,
To those that drink from it.
While the pit remains just that.
A pit.
Now full of water,
Producing happiness for others,
While it continues on,
In reality,
Unaltered.
comparing tears to rain and rain to war inside your own head and then finally something helping this big pit of emptiness. the question is... what brought it life?
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