One Single Tear
Saddened fingers clutch at my heart,
this black despairing mood consumes all.
My old unwanted friend still knocks,
why must he visit me once more.
Anguished lumps of bile, fill my throat.
While the pained suffering shows darkly,
within these eyes are windows of sorrow.
Saline congeals covering soulful lens
a single unsought tear drop tries to descend.
My eyelashes cling to the droplet
desperately holding it in an effort to restrain,
That glistening solitary tear drop,
Finally breaks free from constraint,
and slowly trickles down.
I have seen women morning,
in foreign lands as they kneel over
dead bodies, riddled with anguish.
Their fists pummel their chests,
As they rip and pull their hair.
They raise there heads and scream out,
casting their despair to the heavens.
Others in different places show their sorrow,
by clinging tightly within friends arms.
Their chests heave with racking sobs,
hearts filled so full of unrestrained grief,
they weep beyond all that try to console.
Even the lone wolf on distant mountain top
will lift his head and howl a dreadful dirge.
I know that I need that sobbing release.
I want to break down and let out a cry.
To find that liberation of letting go,
I desire closure but have forgotten how.
With just that single tear drop,
breaking free to show my misery.
Will someone cry for me?
By Tracey Owen & Brian Rueby
copyright April 2010