A touching writing from a fellow poet. I enjoyed this.
(I had a vision on the ride in to work this one morning, of a single tear that refused to fall. As I peered deeper…it grew to encompass myself and envelop all that surrounded me.
An entire separate reality… another world… within a single tear)
The tear that would not fall …
too proud to let go. In dry deserted places he found comfort among the lost and broken. A tenuous fellowship, for he still remained a bit of an outsider even among them. He could roam freely here and they made a way for him, allowed him free access within a perverse reality. A curiosity among curiosities, a point of ridicule that stood out among the ridiculous. Made them feel better about themselves to have him around and he happy to be accepted, obliged.
But… that tear continued to grow and still did not fall. His head began to stoop…
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