No More
Tears fall quick,
As melted wax,
That hardens
On the floor.
The water stain,
Will there remain,
A mark
Forever more.
The sky above,
Will show no love,
With pity,
It has none.
It will not rain,
To calm my pain,
For constant,
Is the Sun.
How carelessly,
The world goes on.
They do not know,
Or care.
They are bliss,
Though I still miss,
The man once
Standing there.
Why did the
Angles need him?
Too soon it seemed
He’d gone.
Why did he
Have to suffer?
When He’d done
Nothing wrong?
Tears are not
The answer,
Once he’s buried
In his grave.
I’ll just have
To wipe my eyes
And like a man,
Be brave.
