by Rebecca Write

Created on: May 17, 2010

Peregrine Tears

The viscous fluid that covers my eyes

Is no crocodile water

Illusions are for amateurs

What I see is real

The ground pulling up

At the end of the stoop

Is something you don’t miss

The snake squirming under my foot

The clouds swirling above

The desperate crushing weight of truth

Doesn’t weigh me down

It weighs my choices

That they are what they are

Is not the fault of truth

That some choose devastation

Over joy

Is not my choice

But I must live with it

Just the same

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