2001. instead of crying in my room, I decided to start writing my thoughts like David Mack did. This is my first one that I tried to do with deeper meaning attached to my home life.
Selfish Tears
Been viewing the world through tearless eyes for years
years haven’t cried with selfish tears.
Made a vow on a Steven Spielberg drama in May
and broke it on a Shakespearean tragedy in July.
Making and breaking is split by a y-shaped wall.
Tears fall in sympathy and helplessness
frustration becomes a part of the cast
for let it be known that frustration and helplessness
are a couple from the past.
Graffiti on the wall speaks of selfless sacrifices
a different version of the same story painted on each side.
One thinks the other spineless
they both refuse to see the same story behind the divide
instead they hide
instead they hide
hiding in their own worlds.
One attempting to start over without the other
a plan made frantically in an attempt to regain pride unfolds
yet, the obvious flaw, the counterpart, appears suddenly like a
long lost brother.
The double-sided story in graffiti changes
concept is no longer clear
the wall itself seems to be falling apart and out of fear,
both sides, in confusion, sign a treaty.
Confusion in tears once shed selflessly before now purpose
unknown
simple injury or more?
Each minute spent brooding feels sixty times longer than
reality.
My old friend is being fed hunger
another vow made on war in October.
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