Teardrops
All I want to do is cry.
I don’t want to try.
I’m tired of all this.
I can’t take this mess.
Tears are welding up.
Their building up.
Their going to drop.
And they won’t stop.
Now their falling.
Tears are falling.
They keep on coming.
There’s no stopping.
I can’t see.
The blurriness is blinding me.
These tears are stopping me, from trying to see.
What’s right in front of me
This poem was written/submitted by Synthia Juarez.
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