written by Janette MarieSo quickly they come
buckets an instant
drenching a soul
with uninvited pain
pattern repeating as minutes on a clock
expanding through time
as pain marches on
Their purpose is your pleasure
tears are its legend
punctured wounds of a heart
discarded without care
One unaffected
by creation of tears
drenching cheeks of humanity
discarded without care
Cold calculated greedy indulgence
finding its victim and inflicting its bite
what cost to one for the others greed
left unaccounted among tears that are shed
When passion bears another's pain
indulgence abound
leaves heart drowning alone
in the creation of tears
