tears

My tears taste of loss
Of hurt and of hare
But most of all...love-
The strongest, bitter taste.

Its these tears that make clear
The dusty window of my soul
For i know it is there
You can peek at hurt - new and old.

Oh the tears, how they flow
As in darkness i lie.
I drown in my lonliness,
Is tonite my time to die?

Dear tears of mine, i see
How you were quick to become
A constant companion.
But now, with you, im done.

I refuse these retched tears.
I refuse to lose my smile again.
I refuse these bitter feelings.
My depression is at an END.