The Tear Worn Cold

Aged amidst a misty memory that fades hurt inside and out
The tear worn cold, over many years, “Will” haunt thy present
As another tear being layered, attaches to time’s moist stain
Same image “Wills” churn - see mood swing rise, then wanes pain.

We lock away fiber tear drops, a-gasp heart beat locked closets
But at times, skeletal-key turns open, choke holds - rusted locks
Mirage massage memory a gist Wraith phantasms that go berserk
Soul be-ring reborn, amid grave-griefs hellhole hibernation, opens flood gates.

Torn wounded, worn why warm, we need to be - wordsmith rekeyed
For what are poets, without gut wrenching, tear jerking rut emotions
Whence bottomless pitfalls rake to prick poetry, upon leave’s wry wrought
Fight tidal wave riptide cross currents, in fraught rewritten rip reconciliation.

The Tear Worn Cold: Must bare thy future, bear dye past, a gist terse present pain.

HeArtMosphere Poet

The Tear Worn Cold

Aged amidst
a misty memory
that fades hurt
inside and out
The tear worn cold
over many years
“Will” haunt
thy present
As another tear
being layered
attaches to time’s
moist stain
Same image
“Wills” churn -
see mood swing rise
then wanes pain.

We lock away
fiber tear drops
a-gasp heart beat
locked closets
But at times
skeletal-key turns open
choke holds -
rusted locks
Mirage massage memory
a gist Wraith phantasms
that go berserk
Soul be-ring reborn
amid grave-griefs
hellhole hibernation
opens flood gates.

Torn wounded
worn why warm
we need to be -
wordsmith rekeyed
For what are poets
without gut wrenching
tear jerking rut emotions
Whence bottomless pitfalls
rake to prick poetry
upon leave’s wry wrought
Fight tidal wave
riptide cross currents
in fraught
rewritten rip reconciliation.

The Tear Worn Cold:
Must bare thy future
bear dye past
a gist terse present
pain.

HeArtMosphere Poet