No tears. A poem

No tears in my eyes
Nothing inside
Worthy of mourning.
When I’m gone
Just let me go
Let the false memories
Pervade the speeches
Of how wonderful I was
Perfect mother
Perfect friend
The lowering
Of my body held trapped
Inside the cost friendly
Wooden box.
Don’t worry
Don’t be concerned.
The parts that matter
Are decayed
Rotting my soul
Instead of my flesh.
No tears
Promise me
No tears.


My tears flow
My fears
Don’t know

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It’s a little depressing. Are you ok?


I’m ok. My poetry is generally fairly dark

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Well there is a lot to be sad about in this world I guess. But please do make some space for more uplifting thoughts as well.

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