These Words Are Tears

Pour these tears,

The rain of rage,

Pour them on the page.

Cry these words,

The tirade of hurt,

Cry them into dirt.

Living with an ache,

An emptiness,

A void.

Food won’t fill it,

Alcohol would spill it.

Nothing left to make,

Everything’s devoid.

No strength to will it,

May as well kill it.

Pour these tears,

The purge of pain,

Pour them down the drain.

Cry these words,

The storm of grief,

Cry them in relief.

For they are tears.

© M.H.