curtains of blatant depthless rain
are depressingly beautiful
than an acclaim with less pain
to be nothing more than stiff tears
grant me mercy for my frail frame
it's a film of virtue wasted
combed with a fixed, smoldering blame
to be nothing more than stiff tears
I'm an obsolete bleak color
caught in a flamboyant picture
I hope, my fear, I can smother
to be nothing more than stiff tears
a vibrant smear of youthful dreams
matching an endless dripping beat
indulge and forget all that seems
to be nothing more than stiff tears
YOU ARE READING
You'll never know.
PoetryMy compilation of 10 poems, different forms. I generally write free verse but I occasionally like to sneak in some forms. :)
