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Empty Tears (poem)

Updated on March 28, 2014

She climbed into her lonely bed

Her fantasies still fresh in head

So empty are the tears she shed

Another dream she had instead


Her heart repeats each word he said

Sweet promises her soul was led

In paradise the sun was spread

As waves caressed the shore


Tomorrow’s hope he did imbed

Believe in me were thoughts he pled

How could she leave where would she go

When here was what they said search for


Then came the instant all was shred

Was it his eyes that gave it away

Or was it some misbegotten word

She didn’t know She didn’t know


All she can remember was

Going for something in her purse

Something to quickly end it all

Before running to the safety of her home


She climbed into her lonely bed

Her mind mending what just happened

So empty are the tears she shed

Perhaps this madness was just a dream


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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Truly an emotional journey.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      Another impactful poem, Martin.

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      Karen Silverman 4 years ago

      she can think about it tomorrow..

      After all - tomorrow is another day...

      (prolly the day they come to take her


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      Mona Sabalones Gonzalez 4 years ago from Philippines

      I like this poem, especially the part that says, "she didn't know, she didn't know." After that, however, there is a change in rhythm that leaves me feeling unsettled. However, I like the last line, "Perhaps this madness was just a dream," which seems to reflect on the earlier line, "She didn't know." It's just my opinion, but it's a good poem but the structure has been better in some of your other poems.