Last Tears (Part 1): Revised Edition

Today, her pear-shaped tear drops lightly shower the dry & dusty land
Like scattered footprints commonly left upon the sunny French Riviera's sand

Her trail of tears, which was said to stretch for unknown miles around
Could be heard asking the question, "How quickly can we be found?"

Several short, shallow gasps of air later, a horrid scream is unleashed
Only Pain & Death bear eyewitness to what truly lies beneath

Contorted like a broken doll, her dark dollhouse lies amidst the jagged rocks anchored to the soft ground
Muffled, salty sobs can be heard as her knees embrace her young bosom's mound

This pain, her pain, saturates this gloomy morning air as a thick,misty fog
What remedies remain then, she asks? Do I end it all now in disgust, or bitterly await a happy ending a la The Princess & The Frog?

Navigating through the volatile emotions that fuel her ever-raging sea,,
No land is in sight, or signs spotted, showing me how to become free,

She smiles & peacefully begins to envision her lungs taking in their last breaths,
Fully persuaded that her soul's oil lamp has nothing left,

She tries her hardest not to recall all she's been through,
But as seconds turn into minutes, and minutes to hours, it becomes that much harder to do,

She cries louder & harder as if a whistle were blown for a race,
Her heart, fearfully slows down its' beats, ready to give way,

She wondered out loud, " Is this truly the path that I must lead?"
Who in lives past, did I wrong for such pain to cleave?

Warmth quickly arrives, to modestly dress her bare, artic, shoulders,
Excited to have found the melter of her internal icebergs, she stands in awe by the puzzling absence of her beholder

In the faint distance she's able to hear a few staggered steps,
Yet, she chooses to remain still, since she can't harness the power to do anything else,

She asks herself, "Why would they willingly come to such a dreary place?
Don't they realize there is nothing they own, that I can replace?

Things get out louder with each progressive step,
Strength escaped like a prisoner who desires to one day, be free,

She whispers, "I'll just lay right here & let this place be my end,
Many moons ago, my heart first messaged for help, but never hit send,

Thinking on how her life had no meaning,
Wishing she had the nerve to end it herself & could stop thinking of all her post-death cleaning

Bitterly reminiscing on all she's lived through,
She suddenly looked around, only to realize that the footsteps had stopped too.

When Love Stirs

What is this I feel?
It's not the others,
Things slowly stirring,
As if not to spill over from a cooking pot,
I'm not overwhelm,
Because He's at the helm,
Releasing control in sharing my soul,
If I had two lives I'll be just as bold,
To say that I'm really feeling her,
And if I keep it cool it will be longer than a blur,
Ask her if she has a lifetime or two,
And if she does, tell her I want to share them with you,
Interconnection and His majestic plan
I look Him in the face and say you are surly the man.

Last Tears (Part I)

Tear drop imprints shower the dry and dusty land,
Like footprints scatter along a crowded beach,
The trail of which can be followed from miles around,
To one truly lost in a barren waste,

With gasps for air she unleashes a horrid scream,
Only Pain and Death really knows what she means,
She distorts over like heavy rocks to the ground,
Muffled sobbing heard as knees embrace her face,

Her pain...her pain, is saturates the air as a misty fog,
Even the birds flee away from such despair,
Her emotions engulf like a roaring sea,
No sight of land or how to be free,

She begins to prepare for her last breath,
Believing right now she has nothing left,
She tries not to recall what she’s been through,
But they brawl their way through the maze of her mind,

She cries louder and harder as if it were a race,
Her heart hastily beats, ready to give way,
She wonders, why does this have to be?
Who did I wrong for this life I lived?

Warmth arrives to her arctic shoulder,
Instantly melting away internal icebergs like global warming,
She looks up startled to see the beholder,
She finds none, hope was there but now it's gone,

In the distance she hears steps,
She doesn’t have the power to do anything else,
Thinking, why would they come to such a dreary place?
Don't they realize I have nothing of value to take?

Things get out louder with each progressive step,
Strength escaped like a prisoner who wanted to be free,
I'll just lay right here let this place be my end, she whispers,
Long ago my heart messaged for help, but never hit send,

Thinking on how her life had no meaning,
Wishing she had the nerve to end it herself,
Thinking on all she’s went through,
She suddenly realized the footsteps stopped too.