Old Wives Tale

by Frankie   Aug 13, 2008


Let it all out, cry away.
The tears will wash away the pain.
This is the advice given to me.
In times of deep despair.

Why then are the tears clear?
Salty water on my cheeks and my eye lashes?
These are not cleansing.
The tears that should be falling,
would be black, and thick and oily.

My pain is not sharp, and clear.
Its blurry, smeared and dirty.
These are the tears that should be falling.
From the pain you cause.

I see visions of blood in my eyes
I hear screams of agony in my head
Why then are the tears being shed clear?
They are not there to wash away my pain.
These are drops of mockery to what I feel.

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