Where Tears Die

No easy way out, her tears say it all.

They brew so salty and pour out so sweet.

Propelled by purpose, they begin to crawl.

Pondering reason as they inch down her cheek.


Their path so determined remains so cold.

Tension presented in liquid form.

Eyes face toward earth as pain gently rolls.

The taste of tears on her lips so warm.


Those who escape discreetly march down.

Fatigue sets in against a perfect chin.

Shame propelled by a glorious frown.

Inch by inch toward that pool of sin.


A waterfall of tears now falls from the sky.

Over the edge into a nowhere mess.

End of the line where the tears all die.

To dissipate pain and release her stress.