my tear

it rolled down my face, travelling slowly, riding gently and arriving at my lips.
my tongue tasted it, bitter, sad, honest.
more would soon come, not pacing, just pouring,
more was necessary, more was needed, more would not be denied
more would cleanse me, heal me,

my large ebony hands covered ebony skin, ebony eyes, and still more rolled down thru my fingers, and finally just a slow breathing remained, and i blinked, and one more rolled.

my tear

bpoetry

Joined December 2008

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