A Tear
24 December 2004
11:22 P.M

I am so cold
And the warm tears
That now course down
My cheeks are a sharp contrast
To the cold I feel inside.
Their very nature
Seems to rival mine
A tear has a purpose
While I merely exist
A tear has its companions
While I continue alone
A tear holds no expectations
While those I have placed
Upon myself are too many to name
A tear cannot be broken
And here I lie
Broken into so many
Pieces they may never be put right
A tear…has warmth, has life
While I am cold, and though living,
Am very really dead.