not fair

Just a smear under the eye.
Where self allows emotions to slip in time.
Leakin pellets moistened of pain.
Escapin tears falling like rain.
One by one squeezed as if one could hold.
The warm stream is an act of self losing control.
The hearts comfort broken without a care.
As each n every drop says this is not fair.
Moments slide of remembrance settling in the nerve.
With a brief pause that has a loss of words.
Retaliating thoughts push out feelings bursting.
Tryin to be strong, dead in the middle of hurting.

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