They touch in dark alleys
deep valleys
beside the eyes
the flow of tears
a river formed over years
starting with just one single drop
tentatively venturing to the surface
it has purpose
to lead the way
open the floodgate sluiceway
Soon the tear is met along the path
it tickles the base of the nose
the trickle grows to a flow
and then the dam breaks loose
a river rapid torrent of hurt reduced
into a stream,
all that remains of those distant dreams
The spring keeps pouring
tears down by the chin are joined
by their distant brothers and sisters
racing down these bitter cold rivers
tracks bled into the face, a riverbed
of past mistakes and old tears shed
the valley so worn they know
of only one direction to flow
Peace & Love
Seriously that is the last time I try to pluck a nose hair lol!!
Kyle
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