I lie here. In my bed made of sorrow In the dark…. alone. Struggling… Trying.. Not to think. Because thinking.. doesn’t work. I lie here until I feel a single tear… slide ever so slowly down my cheek. I hear it softly hit the pillow. Feel the tear trickle down my arm.. I hear it's soft echo of death as it hits the floor below. A sad sound. Because that one tear.. was once filled with a thousand hopes and dreams. Hopes and dreams of the innocent. Hopes and dreams of what could have been. I fall asleep to the sound of that lonely soft tear. Echoing in my mind. I awake the next morning to find.. A small but painful stain.. Nothing now but an insignificant reminder Of a lonely dried up dream.
Excellent. I love this part:
I hear it's soft echo of death
as it hits the floor below.
A sad sound.
Because that one tear..
was once filled with a thousand
hopes and dreams.
Fantastic write....one of ure very best....love n luck....BHUWAN
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on November 17, 2003
Even one tear dear Erica can help us break the dammed up emotional turmoil that goes on inside our hearts. Just one little tear can carry a flood of healing fluid or fill an ocean inside of us. When a tear dries up, hopefully it has served a noble purpose. You are with us always Erica and can shed a tear or two or more among your friends at AD. God bless you. Bill
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 17, 2003
Tears are beneficial, Erica, but so is laughter and optimism. Nice poem, nonetheless and even with . . . despair.
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I hear it's soft echo of death
as it hits the floor below.
A sad sound.
Because that one tear..
was once filled with a thousand
hopes and dreams.
Love Tinka
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)