I WRITE WITH TEARS

When I am with my friends, I laugh and joke.

But when I am alone, I am a different man.

There is a pain, which will not leave me.

There is a loneliness, I feel still.

Too much death and a year of change.

A future of hope but a past vanished.

I no longer write with ink.

Or the blood of feeling but with tears.

My friend’s say, “He always smiles.”

But I never smile, when I am alone.

I have a consolation; that things can only get better.

But if they do not, then where will I stand?

I will stand alone, in the darkness of despair.

Pining from the pain, of a parting unforgivable.

But I will write and I will work.

I write with tears and I work alone.

Text © D.B. Griffith the Chattering Magpie