Tears of Pain
Tears of pain,
Tears of sorrow,
Leaving a stain
In the cold, bleak morrow.
Beast of pain,
Master of fear,
Do not feign
For then who would adhere
thee?
Although your face seems cold,
Your countenance looks gloom.
In your eyes there is warmth,
And your smile shows caring.
Tell me why
That in the morrow
You still cry
These cold, wet tears of sorrow?
Beast of sorrow,
Master of love,
Do not borrow
These tears from high above
thee!
Though your petals seem warm,
Your stem seems colder still.
With your petals, red as blood,
And your thorns, sharp as daggers.
Still you reap,
And do not refrain.
Say you weep,
But unleash these tears of pain.
Tears of pain,
Tears of sorrow,
Leaving a stain
In the cold, cruel morrow.
March 1996
