|The Sweet Taste of One Single Tear|
by Marc Sobel  /  poetry  /  7 Oct 2007
There is nothing but anger and sadness
In the dungeon deep in my heart
And though I try
To pry my own lie
Its steel lock wonít come apart.
My emotions lie caged, starved and weakened
Prisoners adrift and alone
And nothing I say,
Melts the shackles away
Iím unable to bring them back home.
I would trade my entire kingdom
For the sweet taste of one single tear
To feel the peace
Of a needed release
An escape from this crippling fear.
But the bars of this cell are unyielding,
And Iím but a feeble lout
Entombed in this cave
Like a womb or a grave,
Eyes barren from endless drought.
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