Crying of Crystals

A tear slides gently down my cheek

Tasting salty, bittersweet

One at first, then three, then four

A couple ones turn to downpour

Sadness, horror, terrors, such

All of it is just too much

Building, building, building, then

Tears then flow; I sob ‘amen’

Does it stop? Well sometimes yes,

Sometimes it’s just one huge mess

Life is tangled, knotted, crazed

Sometimes I’m left feeling dazed

Tears are good and tears are bad

They nearly always come with sad

But a good cry is what one needs

To release life, let go their deeds

Crystal clear, like shining glass

The salted water fills my lap

Each drop contains one more sad thought

Lost love, pain, betrayal’s plot

Tears splash down on my keyboard

My soul was slashed with sorrow’s sword

And now it’s bleeding, bleeding fast

And then it slows: tears gone at last

The crying’s over, water dried

But now leaving is my pride

To fix the damage I have done

Would be impossible; amends are none