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A Waterfall Of Empty Tears
(09/1965 / Australia)

A Waterfall Of Empty Tears

A waterfall of empty tears
is rushing down my stinging cheek.
A careless slap restored my fears;
my strengthened soul now wanders weak.

In shadows of restraint I weep,
imploring freedom's might to guide,
but apprehension's knife cuts deep;
amidst seclusion's warmth I'll hide.

The ebony flow of ink will bleed
in pools of inspirations lost,
as hands of silence choke the seed;
my dreams and aspirations tossed.

Behind a wall of doubt I'll stand
until my self-esteem renews,
then passion's pen will guide my hand
erasing shades of black and blues.

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Comments (3)

Oh, real beauty! What a flow of words, really poetic, with deep sentiment, and nicely rhymed. Keep writing, thanks.
I read this poem in class (when I should be paying attention, but I'm an A student and one bad day slacking won't hurt anything) and it took me by surprise. I was just goofing off, really, to keep me entertained. I read some poetry by William Blake too, and a few others, and I was flipping through your other poems when this one popped up and stopped me cold. I reread the first stanza three times before I even moved on to the second. It made me tear up and for a moment it felt like I couldn't breathe, and it's very rare that I find a poem that speaks to me. I can be incredibly judgmental and harsh, holding others and myself to impossible standards, but your poem blew me way. And not just your style or the flow, but the way the poem felt going down. It felt like the pattern of my life was strangling me, and I don't know what you intended when you wrote this (or if you had any intentions at all) but this poem clawed its way into my chest and nestled itself there. It really means a lot to me, even if it feels like the world is caving in, especially so, to be honest. I tend to avoid my issues, lock them in a little box in my head and pretend they don't exist. But your poem waves it all in my face like a vicious slap of reality that I need to have every now and again. I mean, there just aren't any words in my vocabulary to express how deep this poem hit me, You did good, meanwhile I'm going to be keeping tabs on your poetry, keep 'em coming. Larrissa
A great write and I admire you the way you find the strength to erase the black and blue.