Each tear touches an ocean -

A void of countless fears.

Sends a ripple through the shadows,

Unstilling long, past years.


A motion in the deepest, 

A cry long muffled shrill,

Comes an echo through the chambers,

Grasps all unto its will.


And things meant to be forgotten,

Come stirring from the deep -

The things never to be forgotten 

Still birth fresh tears to weep. 



This poem is about: 
Our world


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