My life carries on, they’d say to me.
Your life is a blessing for all those who are around you. They’d say to me.
This pain has lasted too long.
I can’t keep up with these pains.
My encouraging presence is but a whisper, I’d say to them.
Your song is one of a canopy shading us from a harsh sun, they’d say to me.
These tears are just something.
I can’t seem to blot out destiny, these tears.
My candor is a desirable trait. They’d say to me.
You’re a sweet breath of fresh air amidst this dry heat, they’d say to me.
Thine love isn’t attentive to mine.
I can’t refute my chosen path of Love.
My belongings are inconceivably small. They’d turn on me.
You have a way about you in which resembles dogs, they’d turn on me.
I can’t quite make it.
I can’t put a value on these tears.
Although the depletion of these, my, fluids within my body create an absence where I struggle to fill. The value? The effort to fill. That is the value of these tears…