One teardrop is all that remains
of what I thought I knew.
Time wasted wishing is all I’ve known how to do.
Devouring devotion, living in the shadow of shame.
One teardrop muted, blind, and deaf.
Acrimony blowing on the wind.
Demons of the past dancing on the ashes again.
One teardrop is all the time that’s left.
It is a really simple but thoughtful poem
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