Slipping through as a tear drop.

Every moment keeps falling apart
in one memory it’s solid
in another the memory liquifies
slipping through as a tear drop
fragile and ready to break
as the moment is remembered
it slips its way out
as it hits the wall and comes to an end
slipping through the tear ducts
leaving a feeling of loss
and nothing to settle that thought
nothing to settle the thought
being replaced by anger
as if anger fills the emptiness
in the pit
the sorrow will be eaten
and living could be possible
instead the anger
destroys all the memories
of the past
and the ones to come
turning them toxic
before they have a chance to evolve.

The above poem I wrote as I was working on a story. Recently I have been using poems as a way to help me get my thoughts gathered, and help connect with the characters. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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