These tears indulge my desperation,
fall like stones upon the ground,
in monolithic desecration-
my breaking heart in every sound.

The ground about their falling shatters-
the remnants of my undying sentiments-
under weight of tears that splatter;
I’ve cries so long they're almost spent.

As if to reimburse their shortage,
the clouds above put forth their rains.
The sky in hues of red, and orange,
its beauty fails to quell my pain.

Each breath of air seems foreign now,
when tired lungs wish not to breathe.
What evil was it gave allow?
What grants you license to deceive?
Andy Marks