This teardrop RIDE INSIDE I HIDE
until their wetness SUBSIDES,
of their GLOW and FLOW
I KNOW Their MEANING so DEMEANING
I’m LEANING towards INSANE PAIN
I can BLAME it on SHAME
however LAME Life isn’t TAME
Like a OBTUSE EXCUSE
I LOSE ! Yet I have to
be STRONG, Not WRONG
LONG as I LIVE, Life Can GIVE
Not IMPASSIVE I could SEE, and BE
Retain my DIGNITY My WEALTH of HEALTH
Is stacked upon my SHELF!, my mind is HEALING and DEALING
my soul REELING, My ears
LISTENING and Teardrops GLISTENING