 
THE LAST TEAR
by John Tren
The winds of this emotional wasteland steadily blow
Leaving tearful trails upon my reddened cheeks
I reflect upon such a painful past
Of a tattered landscape littered with spent hopes
Oh God…… these tears are filled with overwhelming grief
The guilt is heavy with each breathless sob
For I failed to perceive their irretrievable loss
And so profound is this sorrow I keep………
For this very reason, I carry a broken heart
Consumed by a numbing and emotional static
While I gaze upon life's black and white memories
Now and forever, stained by the contrasts of insanity
My last tear has fallen upon this barren stretch
As I navigate these ruins with a deliberate caution
Upon the rising sun, I leave my darkness behind
And take another step towards the dim light of hope
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