Originally Posted by Wetdogeared
Other than writing a few lines of poetry required for some English composition classes I only wrote one other poem in my life. I was told to get my affairs in order and prepare for death.
For some unknown reason, I sat down and wrote a poem. I have never written another one since. That was over 22 years ago and I'm still here. 
The Coldest Tears
the coldest tears
the worst of fears
I blank my thoughts
to ease the pain
that future scourge
are sure to bring
the hidden dreams
your life have built
are all exposed
and washed away
in floods of guilt
I took the risk
no blame be told
just sighs to lips
that prayers have missed
and those that care
foretold of death
are forced to share
the coldest tears |